The Alpha's Freakshow
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The solution the sprays on clear drips down from the side of the table in little pink splatters of water onto the musty white carpet, rendering the area around Billy’s feet completely pink and wet.
“How is it going?” I ask anyone who will answer.
“All the wolfsbane flowers have been removed,” Billy grumbles.
“But, the oils from the crushed petals seem to form pustules when it comes into contact with the skin,”
“Like poison ivy to humans?” I ask.
“Exactly like that,” Dr. Sari says. She grabs a paper towel and walks to the bathroom, flushing it down the toilet, and cleans herself up. I toss her the question with my eyes and she shrugs.