[A moment more for the sensation to recede. No blisters. No burns. Just the odd flare and hypersensitivity that comes with stung flesh. He can't stand on his own much longer.]
...This. This is going to-. Shit.
[She weaves past him, panting through grit teeth to finish running the cold water in the bath. Doubles back for him and approaches. Wrapped in a coat too big for her and gloves she hopes is his.
It won't help. Much. But it is better than nothing.]
[action] June 11th
[A moment more for the sensation to recede. No blisters. No burns. Just the odd flare and hypersensitivity that comes with stung flesh. He can't stand on his own much longer.]
...This. This is going to-. Shit.
[She weaves past him, panting through grit teeth to finish running the cold water in the bath. Doubles back for him and approaches. Wrapped in a coat too big for her and gloves she hopes is his.
It won't help. Much. But it is better than nothing.]
Can you stand?