Raidou pushed Genma towards the cot with their things, forcing him to sit when Genma seemed set to rifle through everything straight away, apparently forgetting he'd stopped breathing back there. Then he staggered towards the basic kitchen and dug through the bare cupboards until he found two dust-streaked glasses, filling them with water from the tap. Getting Genma's hand patched up, his ribcage looked at, were both top priority, but Raidou wanted that poison gone.

He made it back without spilling too much--carrying one glass in his left hand and the other braced between his arm and an uninjured patch of chest--and pushed one of them into Genma's uninjured hand, sinking down onto the cot next to him. Distantly, muffled by concrete, he could hear the crash of metal against metal.

"We should be quick," he muttered, trying not to think about it. He took a sip of his own water--and dropped the glass when cold hit the raw beds of broken teeth and shuddered right through his skull. Genma reached for him, alarm in amber-brown eyes, but Raidou rocked back, unable to bear touch near his face. "I'm okay," he gasped. "I'm fine. Drink your water, we've got to get out of here."