Monday arrived quietly, even though everyone had been expecting it. It's the start of the new week.
Ruaan woke up before the morning alarm and lay there for a moment listening to the facility sounds. He heard the loud footsteps in corridors, doors and cell gates opening. The general movement of people with somewhere to be.
He got up and washed his face at the sink, the cold water sharp against his skin. When he was done, he dried it with the thin towel. He stared at the mirror opposite him, hoping to wipe the wetness away from his face.
He tossed the towel to the table and bit into an apple from the fridge, the crispness loud in the quiet room.
He didn't want to head out there for breakfast. He didn't want to see anyone, not even Cullen Ray. He just wanted to be alone for the meantime.
He took the medication the doctor had given him with a small cup of water, swallowing it down with a slight grimace.
