The Summer Runaways » Places

         ‘It’s been over eight hours’ Eli thought, struck by a sudden wave of dizziness as he walked up to the counter. It was a cardinal rule of chest compression that no one was supposed to wear a binder for over eight hours. Pain, trouble breathing, fainting, nasty bruises, cracked ribs; none of it was at all pretty. One or two hours over was fine, but not sixteen. Making a decision, he veered off to the bathroom, deciding at the last second not to risk the men’s room.

When Eliot entered the restroom, he quickly walked into one of the stalls and sat down. It must have been a good five minutes of staring down at that… thing before he finally took it off and changed into a bra, refusing to look down as he did so. It was disgusting.

Eli walked back into the main part of the restaurant, where the others were discussing something unknown to him. Deciding against that food, he walked back to the table, his arms crossed, and he sat back down, unable to look at anything but the wood on the table.