"Shit, shit. I didn't mean to—" Derrek said mostly to himself, as the girl heaved out another load. She was proof that women are true multi-taskers: crying, coughing, screaming and vomiting, all at the same time.
Derrek stood helpless. He didn't see what he could do. What's the first thing to do when someone gets peppered? Rinse it out with water. He moved to the sink, looked over the closets. He had to open three different ones before he got a glass from one and got the tap running. The girl kept going, intermixed with wails of pain. She rubbed her eyes too.
"Don't rub them!" He yelled as the glass was filling. The girl wasn't listening, she was in full panic. Derrek looked to the fire, beneath it was a drawer. Pots and pans probably, could use one. He got out the glass, set it on the sink, then bent for the drawer, got out a pot. It wasn't the biggest, that one had contained the redness, but he replaced it with the glass in the sink and let the tap fill it.
"Open up." He said as he stopped beside the girl. She wasn't reacting. Derrek hovered another fraction of a second, he reached for her. She slapped his hand away.
He took that opportunity to throw the water from the glass in her face. The red which was rubbed in her eyes, now spread all over clothes. She hadn't been dressed in a special outfit or anything, but she by far had the scariest outfit of all teens now.
Derrek returned to the sink, the pot was half full already. He got it out and closed the tap, hurrying back to the girl.
"Open your mouth." He said, she vomited in response. Well, technically she listened… She grunted in pain again as she came up. Derrek threw a splash of the pot over the girl's face.
"Open your mouth!" He tried again. She gurgled and spat once more, but her head came up with her mouth open, hands rubber her eyes still. He brought the pot to her lips and poured slowly. She took a gulp, removed her lips from the pot and spat it out again. A bit spilled over the girl, but she returned her lips and took another gulp, spat it out, gulp, spat, gulp, swish, spat.
"Good, good, make sure to get it all out." The water spilled all over the girl, she could only get cleaner from it after the mess she had made. As Derrek hovered with the pot, the smell finally pierced through him. Tomato? Damn, that's sour. Almost smells like… Derrek felt his own stomach turn as he spotted some pieces of spaghetti in the mess. Yep, thought I recognized it.
The pot was empty and the girl grunted in pain again. Derrek moved back to the sink, started filling it up again. The girl had grown a bit calmer, but was still in a lot of pain.
Derrek looked at the pantry door, which was closed. The tap couldn't go any faster… He moved to it and opened it, peeking in. The pantry was dark, but he could make out the closed back door. No human shapes in the dark though. Another pant from the girl pulled his attention back in. The pot was almost full again. He got it to the girl again.
"Hey, try opening your eyes, we need to get that out too." The girl hesitated, but as another spike of pain went through her, she removed her hands. She held her face up toward him. The skin around her eyes was reddened from the spray and the rubbing. She opened her eyes only for a tiny slit, but had to close them again. Enough for Derrek to spot the red lines through the white of her eyes. He could only imagine the pain she felt.
Derrek held the pot at an angle. "Again." He said. She opened a slit again and Derrek poured a splash on it. She pulled back with a fierce inhalation, but her exhalation was one with relief. She came forward, opening them again.
They repeated the process, switching to gulps of water too, until the pot was empty again. Pain returned in sudden spikes, but it helped some. I've only had a small spray in training, had me crying for an hour then. I can't imagine what such a load would feel like.
Derrek heard something from the hallway. Voices, far away, but also something he'd been expecting. Sirens. Chip. Swift, as expected. Better make sure I get the others.
Swift, as expected. Better make sure I get the others. If he gets to them first.. Well, he won't do anything wrong, I hope, but still. Can't get him into more trouble than he already is in.
Maybe I shouldn't have called him then. Too late for that now.
Derrek refilled the pot and brought it to the girl. She had her eyes open a tiny slit, trying to take in the room. Trying. She was able to take the pot from his hands. Well, she isn't going anywhere soon. Don't even have to restrain her. "I'll be back in a few. Stay here and keep rinsing."
She grunted a reply which sounded a lot like "Fuck you." The wheezing breath made it difficult to make out. Derrek glanced her over again, she was a real looker now. Drenched in water, redness and other redness mixed with spaghetti. Never loosing that image. He thought as he stepped out into the hallway again.