"Dude holy shit, did that thing just jump in your arm? We sure this is just a weird ass formula and that it isn't just alive? Speaking of alive, how the hell're you still alive? And how did you regenerate your arm?" Bo began asking entirely too many questions for me to answer at this point, my arm just had a chemical enter it, and now I have no idea if I'm gonna die of toxic chemicals or some shit. I was mentally praying that the regeneration was a sign that this wasn't dangerous, possibly even helpful.
I couldn't know though, I'm no damn chemist.
"Bo, your guess is as good as mine, all I showed you is all dad told me about and showed me when I found out I was getting this. I have no idea what this does to the human body." I said, trying to ease Bo over so I could focus on the fact that there is very actively a sci-fi chemical formula in my body.
"Alright, in that case we should get your dad, get his word on how this'll effect you, maybe he'll have somethin' to help you, I dunno," Bo scrambled.
"You shitting me? I'm gonna go to him and be like 'aw man dad, I did something stupid with that shapeshifting bottle you got me, can you get it out'? He'll be pissed! Besides, this wouldn't have happened if I didn't run with your stupid ass idea." I snapped back.
"Oh c'mon man, I…" Bo began, but didn't finish. "I dunno, just calm down. At least your arm didn't like, melt or anything." He changed his sentence.
"Alright, alright... yeah. I guess I do feel and look fine," I said, looking down at my arm. It certainly still was an arm, which, with what just happened, isn't really a backhanded statement. "It's not like it just started going through my arm like some sort of acid, or imploded it or anything." I looked back up at Bo, who still looked a little panicked. I tried to clear my mind. I'm completely fine, just got a chemical formula in me, probably running around in my body. It's not harming anything though, so I'm all good. Not like it severed my arm or anything.
"Uh, dude?" Bo asked me, now looking even more unsettled. "You sure your arm is still good?" He asked, as though he's looking at my dead body, with a rasp in the back of his voice. It's the most freaked out I've ever heard him.
"Uh yeah man, my arm is fine, I'm sure if something were wrong, I'd have noticed-" I started, looking back at my arm, or more appropriately, what was left of it. The limb coming out from my shoulder was completely gone, replaced by a stream of blood. It wasn't spilling out though, for the most part, as if it were stuck in the outline that my arm took up regularly, so I wasn't bleeding out or anything, if you'll discount the few drops of blood that fell to my floor.
"What the hell?!?!?!" I exclaimed, standing up almost immediately. Even though all of the blood seemed to somehow still be part of me, the drips that would reach the ground and the fact that it was relatively thin and felt detached still freaked the shit out of me. In that moment I wished so much to have skin, muscle, just something left there other than a geyser of blood making a mess on the shoulder of my shirt.
And it somehow worked.
Just imagining an arm back there seemed to morph it back into being the arm I had my entire life before this, much to my awe. Bo looked at me, his jaw nearly to his chest with all the crazy shit that had happened over the last few minutes.
"Dude, is it like, bonded to your arm now? Is your arm morphing with that blob shit?" Bo asked.
"I dunno man, all I know is it's making my arm act up and I can't be dealing with this shit right now," I vented. "I got too much on my plate as is, now I'm a damn mutant without a 'Professor Xavier's school' to deal with it."
"Dude, you have a scientist sitting down there to help you!" Bo stressed to me.
"And he's my dad, we just went over this for god's sake!" I reiterated. "I'm not going to do it, if I tell him that I did something this stupid he'll be on my ass over it for a century and a half."
"Whatever, man," Bo surrendered. "So you're just gonna hide it from everyone then? That looks pretty hard to hide, 'specially since you still have no idea how your arm even works now."
"Nah, I'm gonna tell another person." I responded. "I'm not gonna tell my dad, but if I can't get myself fixed I still need advice."
"You're calling your girlfriend, aren't you?" Bo sarcastically implied.
"Yes, I'm calling her, no, she isn't my girlfriend, yes I know who you're talking about," I replied. I swear, now is not the time for him to be making jokes about Cristina. We're just good friends, nothing more. "How can you even still be sarcastic at a time like this?"
"Well shit dude, you're not telling your dad but you're telling her?" Bo came after me. I guess it's within his brand to joke in order to relieve stress. Guess I can appreciate him sort of indirectly getting me to point my stress at him for something a bit more lighthearted though.
Anyways, time to get some help.
WES:
[yo]
CRISTINA:
[Hey, what's going on?]
WES:
[can you meet us at]
[idk even]
[maybe just behind school or something?]
CRISTINA:
[I mean, I guess I could try to clock out of work early.]
[Why?]
WES:
[just come ok?]
[i need some advice]
CRISTINA:
[You can just text me your problems and I can advise you through them, don't see why I gotta leave.]
WES:
[oh trust me you will]
CRISTINA:
[Ok then?]
[I'll see you there I guess...]