ooc: Slaveless, Splat's map indicates an elevator entrance to the lab.
As is Slap's mouth not stitched up? Coz he can talk.
ic: The elevator doors swung open, and Wash found himself face to face with an Intern. Ah. Crap. If there's an intern here, then there's probably Vykkers too. Linc was not going to like this, if he ever woke up.
The Intern, clearly pissed at Wash's arrival, proceeded to pull Linc into the room and man(?)-handle him out the door, he dropped his urine cloth. Wash barely had time to explain Linc's situation, he never even mentioned his being deaf when the door was slammed shut.
Great.
He did see quite a few other patients in there, so the intern was obviously busy. Wash just ope that he had the sense to treat Linc right now, as he as critical. I hope I did the right thing, bringing him here, he thought. Interns and Vykkers- they're butchers!.
"Well, this is Rupture Farms, the biggest butchers on Oddworld," he said to himself. "What elsde was I going to do, just leave him to die?"
Wash suddenly bent double and coughed. He was not well either, but from the looks of things, that intern had enough to deal with. And the gas! Was it even poisonous? Wash didn't know. A red glow arrived. In the corner of his eye, Wash saw a security orb. It was back. He then remembered that he was completely naked. The beeping of the orb sounded almost like suppressed giggling.
"Get out of here, you fat sack of slog-vomit!" he yelled, and the orb whizzed away. Wash slid to the floor against the door, exhausted. Again. But then-
"Fat sack of slog-vomit!" He repeated. "Fat sack of slog-vomit! Ching chong doh sain hat shing!" Wash's hearing was coming back! It was still very faint, and the ringing drowned most of it out, but the melodie of his voice was audible. With renewed strength, Wash rose, and assigned himself a new mission: find some clothes.
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