[Adele turns to the other taps, wrenching on them to get them to twist; glaring at the gurgling pipes until something resembling water leaks out. She cups the flow in her hands and splashes it at Clyde's chest and arm, trying to rid him of the worst of that substance. God willing it was water soluble. If not he may lose his skin, and she doesn't know how to begin to treat this without proper tools, a clean environment, and time.
Ideally they'd have plenty of time- but. Something in this place spurs a sense of urgency.
All she can focus on is getting water from the second sink onto his skin- until she sees his shoulder. His spine. Purpled and scabbed and all but rotten.]
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Ideally they'd have plenty of time- but. Something in this place spurs a sense of urgency.
All she can focus on is getting water from the second sink onto his skin- until she sees his shoulder. His spine. Purpled and scabbed and all but rotten.]
...Clyde. Your back.