There were no regular trips made to the Inferno, and the Wet Floor had been neglected of his presence the days after the rescue and being brought back to Purgatory. The situation was made worse when finally informed that half of his team were not brought back because they simply were not there. A few of them, beside himself, had luckily been found and taken back. Adrián found no comfort in the fact that he was alive, and others were just gone. No one knew if they were alive or dead. Adrián kept his contact with everyone around him at a bare minimum, and even went out of his way to ignore those who attempted to smooth his nerves.
Meredith had come back a few days previously, but that only made him feel worse than before. She continued to haunt the halls in her ghastly, and very intangible form. He only blamed himself further, and pushed away those who were seeping in between the cracks of his rough exterior.
He didn’t really know when Chase was going to come around. A time really wasn’t discussed, but it also wasn’t like Adrián had plans of disappearing anywhere. Luckily for Chase, and whoever else decided to join the party, Adrián took a shower and rid himself of the massive body odor that came with not wanting to do anything. But, if one was close enough, they would smell the familiar hint of bergamot, rosemary, and cedarwood.
The gentle knock got his stirring out of bed, a few tarot cards slipping from beneath his bed sheets as he got up to his feet.