[ thankfully, she soon arrives in the bathroom and is quick to let her hands free themselves from under his arms, even if it means he hits the tile floor with an unceremonious thump. no time to say sorry, no time to make sure he's okay -- she only has time to practically throw herself at the bathtub and fumble with turning it on. okay, plug is in, shower is off. water is filling the basin. good. who cares what the fucking temperature is, she has to get him in now or SHIT WILL GO DOWN.
and that's not good.
she, at least, takes the time to kick off her beloved red shoes before she's once again roughly grabbing him under his arms... and this time attempting to drag him up and over the edge of the tub. a lot easier said that done, given that she has to get in first and try not to slip just to heave him over. YOU WEIGH TOO GOD DAMN MUCH.
eventually, though? she manages. he's sort of in what looks like an uncomfortable position, but it's yet another thing that doesn't matter! HE'S IN WATER. MIRACLES. ]
God damnit, there! If you don't live after this, I will somehow bring you back just to kill you again! And again and again and --