[video via grimy bathroom mirror] i accidentally made him look like a poster from a bee movie

[gogoghostpowers]

[When the video turns on, Danny is in what Locke High students will recognize as one of the boy's bathrooms. He sniffles a little bit, leaning in closer to the mirror, giving everybody (and himself) a better view of exactly the state he's in.

He wipes a finger under his nose, swiping the goopy, glowing blood from it and holding it close up to the mirror. He then rubs it between two fingers and pulls them apart, the substance stretching out into a sticky string between the fingertips.]

...So. Uh. I guess this is what my blood looks like now. God, I hope no one saw me running over here.

I...don't think I'm supposed to be bleeding radioactive waste. Is--is this even safe? Am I going to get cancer and die of radiation poisoning from myself?

[He clutches his head in his hands, starting to look and sound a little hysterical.]

Oh no. How am I supposed to even clean this up?! I need a--a--one of those biohazard trash cans!! Oh my god.

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[dyingtohealyou]

That probably depends on what else I get back.

[gogoghostpowers]

Well--we can hope, can't we? At least, everything's fine right now.

[dyingtohealyou]

Right now, yeah.

[Ugh... he wonders if this is at all related to why he felt so shitty during that other memory he got back.]

Anyway, good luck with your... radioactive blood or whatever.

[gogoghostpowers]

Y-yeah, thanks...

And, um, good luck with your...eye, I guess.