[It feels like his skin is on fire, and for a few long moments, he's unable to do anything to process, gasping through the pain and curling his hands to his chest. Through bleary eyes, he can see Mephisto on the ground- hurt. And the fire is now accompanied by ice in his veins, but before he can think too much of it, there's Riley.
Riley.
He forces himself to bring something back together, looking up shakily]
Water- sink, Riley, turn on the sink. Need to rinse this.
[Oh God, there's blood. There's glass shards in his arms. Does that make it bad to rinse? He doesn't know. You do rinse chemicals off-
-did Mephisto get hurt by this? Because of him? Fuck.]
Get- I can rinse, help Mephisto. Get him to water. [There's more than one sink in here. And if there wasn't, he can wait.]
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Riley.
He forces himself to bring something back together, looking up shakily]
Water- sink, Riley, turn on the sink. Need to rinse this.
[Oh God, there's blood. There's glass shards in his arms. Does that make it bad to rinse? He doesn't know. You do rinse chemicals off-
-did Mephisto get hurt by this? Because of him? Fuck.]
Get- I can rinse, help Mephisto. Get him to water. [There's more than one sink in here. And if there wasn't, he can wait.]