Michael

THE (gentle) splashing of the shower, reflected off the smooth bathroom tiles, flinging rhythmically but in random directions. 

Blood pooled down the drain, mixing along with the soft flow of grade-7 radioactive water, dying the dirty-yellow floor with a crimson hue. Dark brown hand flittered through the cascading fluid, touching the walls with a wide spread hand. Hardened areas of greyish calloused skin on the palm and the fingertips shaved slightly against the soft bathroom wall, bringing down a  few pieces of wet cement amidst the rushing water. 

In the next second, the flowing water stopped. The thirty seconds worth of daily shower had been used up.

[Do you wish to pay more Credit Points to continue the bath?]

"No."

In response to the holographic image as well as the robotic sound, a raspy voice of a young man echoed within the enclosed space of the bathroom.