Olive swayed slightly as she stared at Chase's bleeding arm. His face snapped and contorted to one of agony, a frighteningly familiar face. The red was spreading. She blinked, and then everything was back to normal.
That definitely wasn't good. Her heart was racing now. She figured she ought to head back to her room before- The red was creeping towards her, on the walls and ground and tables, covering it like a skin. She could smell the iron. It didn't belong. No, it really didn't belong. This wasn't real.
"Lab safety is important," she murmured, setting down the NaOH jar. "That's why they never let us in. I have to go, they have mops to soak it up." Her face turned to a grimace. "Soak...her up." She stared for a moment before smiling shakily at the others, and then turned and left the lab at little less than a run.