Hikaru was barely holding onto his composure by a thread. It wasn't helping that Tamaki was introducing the contents of his stomach to the floor, or that Robin was slowly extracting BODY PARTS from the now-deceased (well, they'd already looked--and smelled--pretty deceased before, but the last thing he wanted to think about was the prospect of ZOMBIE CREATURES running around Landel's) cats. He turned his head away and closed his eyes, but that only blocked out the sight. The smell was everywhere.

And it made his stomach want to rebel.

Swallowing the bile that was rising in his throat, the boy used the hand that wasn't holding the bandage up to see if he could spot the bathroom with his flashlight. He knew that there was one around here somewhere.

Ah. There.

Hikaru laboriously switched off his flashlight one-handed and tried to juggle it so that he could point a shaking finger in that direction. "I t-think it's over there..."