[Funkduder]

Michael was quickly running out of time and patience as he grew hotter and hotter, watching Lev rummage through his bag. But by the time he found it, he had already unscrewed the canteen of wormwood. His hands shook as water spilled over the edge of the canteen, but he didn't care as he let it lean against the APC. His head pounded more and more, as he felt as though his eyes were going yellow with dehydration. In reality, they weren't, but he felt that way nonetheless. Now, with his hands free, he pressed the button on the filter, opening the top of the machine. As he reached again for the canteen, his vision skewed again, and he nearly knocked over the canteen as he picked it up. He poured the water into the machine, filling up only the top half of the machine. Closing it, the water drained down, leaving a dark, mysterious residue. Snatching the filter from Lev, he drank straight from the bottom of the machine, feeling only slightly more nourished than before.