>"waitanONPUTHERDOWNSHE'SGONNA-"
>And it's too late. The twitchy little worm empties her guts all over me. Or bile sac. It's doesn't really matter where it came from, just where it landed.
>All over me. I stand like a statue as Trish squeezes her face with worry and scrambles forward, ripping the, seemingly pleased, little bug from my arms.
>"Oooh, sorry, man., Mango's uh...queasy? Today?"
>I groan and step back, taking in the damage. Yeah I'm absolutely coated. The goo is just like a sticky, gooey blanket. I try to peel a bit off of me. Like glue.
>Stifled snickers from a few other students watching me. Wonderful. I glance around to see if there's any help, Trish and Fang being of completely no use. Worried gazes or not.
>A strange sort of prickling sensation starts up as I try to find something to scrape this gunk off of me. It's...hot? A small tinge of warmth across my skin where the goo is touching. It starts getting hotter.
>I suddenly start to feel a huge sense of urgency.
>My panic is noticed, jumping from me to the two in front of me. Fang's the firs to ask.
>"Trish? Is he gonna be okay?"
>Trish starts to shrug but her face drops all color.
>"...her spit's slightly acidic. B-But it should be fine!" Her wide-eyed fretting tells me she's lying. Shit.
>Fang springs over, some useless notebook in hand, scraping at me. As the thing touches skin it's clear that I'm melting. Oh boy.
>Scoops of goop are pulled off of me as I start to REALLY feel it. Oh god my flesh!
>I hear a distant voice, getting closer. "Oh hey bros what's going on h-HOLY SHIT!"
>Reed's joined now and is slack jawed looking at me as I slowly turn redder and redder.
>We lock eyes for only a second as Fang continues to fruitless scrape at my now threatening to peel skin.
>Reed takes charge, grabbing me by the hand and yanking me, stumbling. He says nothing but I figure we're headed to the on-site doctor.
>Or underpaid Nurse who has no clue how humans operate. Whichever.
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