Doom Patrol

She wiped at her face with desperate swipes. Her eyesight was already bad enough, this ooze just made it harder for her to see. Her other senses of smell and hearing were usually more heightened to accommodate for her partial loss of sight, but even those senses were failing with the ooze that poured from them. She was sick of it, and normally she had the patience for just about everything, but this? This was something that she didn't understand and it terrified her. She had stopped for a moment to try and wipe some more of it off, ears flattening as she swore she started to hear whispers again. She frantically tried to look around, fur on end as she tried to figure out if someone was actually there, or if she was hearing things again. "H-hello!? Is someone there? P-please! I don't know where I am!"