Slipping Hazard

Lincoln was walking down the hall whistling a carefree tune about nothing when he heard a call for help coming from Lisa's room. He found her precariously balancing a large stack of several different beakers filled with liquids of varying color and viscosity. Her knees were shaking more than the weight of the lab materials would imply and her tone was quick and pleading, and on top of everything else, Lincoln could sense the faintest smell of pee in the air.

"Lincoln! It's you! I...I require your assistance."
"Oh hey Lisa, is everything okay?" Lincoln started walking toward her but she quickly halted him.
"These chemicals are HIGHLY dangerous. If any of them were to mix together, the results would be catastrophic."
"Message received, Leese." He backed off a bit and asked, "How did you get in this mess?"

"This is...a compromising position I find myself in. The other night I was working on my latest science experiment when fatigue started to set in. I had to counteract this by procuring electrolyte boosting caffeinated refreshments."
"--What?" Lincoln interjected.
"Energy drinks."
"Oh."

"They allowed me to continue my work, but at some personal cost. Suffice it to say, the capacity of a 4-year-old's bladder has been fully discovered and researched. It is of grave importance that I alleviate the stress placed upon my urinary system from the ingestion of these damnable sugary beverages."
"--You what?" Lincoln asked, dumbfounded.
"I need to go to the bathroom, really badly."

Finally sensing the urgency of the situation, Lincoln snapped into action. He reached his hand out to start setting the beakers down in safe places. A few here, a few there, stacked on the bed, her desk, anywhere there was room. The entire time, Lisa was making awkward, pained faces, contorting her body to prevent an accident. "Don't worry Lisa, we're gonna get through this." Half of the beakers were safely stowed away but there was less and less space in her room to fit the remaining half.

"Lincoln! Please hurry! I don't think I can m...ake it..." At this point it became clear Lisa was losing the fight. Tiny trickles of liquid started running down her thighs to the floor. She couldn't hold it anymore. Her dam was full to bursting. Tears welled up in her eyes. "I...I can't...I have to...." Lisa sank to her knees and it happened. A jetstream of golden liquid shot out from the front of her cotton panties. A puddle quickly formed, spreading out in every direction around her. Old notes scribbled on crumpled up paper, countless forgotten science awards, her spare green sweaters, and those fucking beakers, everything was gradually washed over in a warm, yellow sea.

Lincoln summed up the situation pretty simply. "That's a lot of piss."

Lisa hung her head in shame. "Lincoln...can you please help me up." The defeat in her voice was utterly palpable. As he waded through the shallow puddle, she looked up at him and Lincoln was taken aback. Lisa was normally so detached and intellectual that he forgot how old she was, and yet in this moment -- with her red, bleary eyes and tears streaming down her face -- she couldn't have looked more like a helpless toddler. He picked up his younger sister and carried her to the bathroom, not caring about what an absolute mess she was. Lincoln waited outside the bathroom for her to finish cleaning herself off and gave her a fresh set of clothes. "Thank you. I...I can clean the rest up by myself." She shuffled back to her room and Lincoln watched her leave. It went without saying that he wouldn't tell anyone about this, but he had to admit, she looked kind of cute sitting there in a puddle of her own piss. He walked off, whistling that same carefree tune about nothing.