Aidan lay curled up in a ball on the floor, the pain finally subsiding a bit. The burns were still there, the sort of injury that didn't heal all that quickly, but at least they weren't getting worse. His skin was charred through in most places and his entire body was shivering uncontrollably. He was lucky that he still had his vocal cords and could talk.

"C-clinic," he rasped, voice sounding like it was drug over sandpaper. He coughed and bits of ashes flesh flew past his cracked lips.

"Get out. Blood at the clinic."