Scowling at his captors, his effort is now split; he's focusing on keeping his ears above the water level, and on staying conscious. It's starting to prove difficult, though he's trying to not let on to that fact.
Think you can force someone to breathe? He's willing to test that, exhaling fully and then stopping. This slug knows it's the end of the line; might as well try to take someone with him.]
[ She commends you for that slap, House. It's exactly what she would have done. And what she will do if that wasn't enough to get his body breathing again. Maybe with a elbow to the stomach and a hand to force his jaw open, next time around.
Meanwhile though, she's emptying out all the cans she brought with her fast-- a lot-- enough to raise the salinity of the bathwater to unbearable levels. Ever tried gurgling salt water? Disgusting. ]
Why does it take so fucking long? I could have had him out in a second!
[Well, after that dunk and the rising salinity of the water, the slug's definitely losing its grip. The slap is enough to get him breathing, shooting House one last glare before control slips.
And then Wilson slumps - without the slug exerting its will on him, he's just anesthetized, so he essentially dunks himself conveniently into the salt water... which is enough to get the slug out of his ear. Not that where it's going is any less lethal, of course.]
[ Mindy's resisting every inclination to snatch it out of the tub and let it squish beneath her boot. But that'd be ruining the current show for the both of them.
Patience is a virtue. ]
Cool! [ An exclamation, clearly at the invertebrate. ] When will he wake up?
[Unconscious or not, Wilson's reflexes are intact enough that what little water did get inhaled is coughed out.
The slug, meanwhile, is twisting violently in the water, fighting to reach an edge, but it's clearly a battle that's already lost. As is evidenced by its visibly withering body.]
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Scowling at his captors, his effort is now split; he's focusing on keeping his ears above the water level, and on staying conscious. It's starting to prove difficult, though he's trying to not let on to that fact.
Think you can force someone to breathe? He's willing to test that, exhaling fully and then stopping. This slug knows it's the end of the line; might as well try to take someone with him.]
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Hey!
Knock it off.
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Meanwhile though, she's emptying out all the cans she brought with her fast-- a lot-- enough to raise the salinity of the bathwater to unbearable levels. Ever tried gurgling salt water? Disgusting. ]
Why does it take so fucking long? I could have had him out in a second!
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And then Wilson slumps - without the slug exerting its will on him, he's just anesthetized, so he essentially dunks himself conveniently into the salt water... which is enough to get the slug out of his ear. Not that where it's going is any less lethal, of course.]
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Patience is a virtue. ]
Cool! [ An exclamation, clearly at the invertebrate. ] When will he wake up?
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The slug, meanwhile, is twisting violently in the water, fighting to reach an edge, but it's clearly a battle that's already lost. As is evidenced by its visibly withering body.]