Nightshift 33: Walk-In Refrigerator

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It was cold. But for once, it wasn't the first thought that crossed Wolfram's mind as he was practically thrown into the giant cooler. He was more worried about his eyes than anything. It still hurt to open them, and when he tried nothing would focus anyways. And he could still hear what was going on in the kitchen behind him.

Crawling over to the nearest side, still clinging possessively to his items, he tried to focus on listening for Aidou and "John" as best as he could, trembling more in fear than from the cold. Not that he would admit to being almost terrified. No, of course not. Wasn't like he wouldn't be seeing that ugly thing in his dreams for the next five years at least.

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For once, Roy didn't resist, working himself into more of a laying position as carefully as he could. He still had one hand pressing the remains of his shirt against his midsection, and he was pretty sure that the blood flow was easing up now. The burning, though...

"I think I got it all off already," he said through a cough. "But it's still burning. I think maybe..." He was cut off by a fresh wave of pain, and the fact that he had gotten this hurt frustrated him enough that he grit his teeth and let out something similar to a growl.

"Maybe we need to wash it off," he finished once he was able to speak again. The closest bathroom was still a good distance away, so what other sources of water were there?