[ Yeah, well. Guess who just ate food with red salt all over it, yo. Not that Jesse realises it's the salt that's got him burning up, but Jesus, man, is he sweating buckets. His face is beaded with perspiration, his light grey scrubs are clinging to his skin, and his insides feel like they're roasting by a furnace. He's tried gulping down water, to no avail. So, after bursting outside in hope some cool fresh air will bring relief, he's made a beeline for the river nearby, and when he reaches the riverbank, he starts tearing his scrubs off.
He's down to his lame ass, pre-issued tighty whiteys that remind him uncomfortably of Mr. White, hopping on one white socked foot while yanking the scrubs off his scrawny leg. And, hearing footsteps approaching from behind, Jesse whirls around - or tries to whirl around, but with his leg still tangled in his scrubs, he loses his balance. His eyes snap open wide and a startled shout juts out of him as he goes stumbling and tumbling backwards, almost doing a clumsy backwards somersault, and lands with a sprawling splash in the water. ]
skunking it up over here
He's down to his lame ass, pre-issued tighty whiteys that remind him uncomfortably of Mr. White, hopping on one white socked foot while yanking the scrubs off his scrawny leg. And, hearing footsteps approaching from behind, Jesse whirls around - or tries to whirl around, but with his leg still tangled in his scrubs, he loses his balance. His eyes snap open wide and a startled shout juts out of him as he goes stumbling and tumbling backwards, almost doing a clumsy backwards somersault, and lands with a sprawling splash in the water. ]