As the unnatural light fades from her eyes, leaving them a rather more ordinary and frightened-looking brown, the girl blanches and claps a hand over her mouth. The ADAM in her body is leaving it and it only knows one way to go.
Jack wishes he'd brought a bucket.
He shifts out of the way, and the no-longer-Sister puts a hand on his knee and vomits green stuff onto the floor.
Nice.
Jack starts to search his pockets. The ADAM smells kind of chemically pungent and he's sure there are splicers who can smell it. So, here -- okay good, he has an empty syringe. There's no way this is leading to a bad place, right? Nope, this is a great idea.
And now commences the quickest and least sanitary filling of a syringe in recorded history.
"Mister?" says the girl, less nervous now. Her voice is normal now as well, and she's wiping her mouth with a small hand. "Mister, are you hurt?"
"Go away," says Jack, who is not feeling very charitable. He's still fumbling away with the small puddle and the syringe. "There's a hole over there."
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Jack wishes he'd brought a bucket.
He shifts out of the way, and the no-longer-Sister puts a hand on his knee and vomits green stuff onto the floor.
Nice.
Jack starts to search his pockets. The ADAM smells kind of chemically pungent and he's sure there are splicers who can smell it. So, here -- okay good, he has an empty syringe. There's no way this is leading to a bad place, right? Nope, this is a great idea.
And now commences the quickest and least sanitary filling of a syringe in recorded history.
"Mister?" says the girl, less nervous now. Her voice is normal now as well, and she's wiping her mouth with a small hand. "Mister, are you hurt?"
"Go away," says Jack, who is not feeling very charitable. He's still fumbling away with the small puddle and the syringe. "There's a hole over there."