For labcoatgirl

[mas_stretchy]

Bruce nearly took a tumble as he made his way in the dark and the rain. He'd stolen his clothes from somewhere, his mind was too full of static to remember exactly where and when. He only knew that he had to find Betty, instinct told him that was what he had to do. Caution was the last thing on his mind as he came to rest against a wall,

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[labcoatgirl]

It was pretty wet out there. Betty was glad to be inside Stanleys where it was dry and warm, the scents of cheese and grease tickling her nose when she inhaled.

The owner was letting her chill out there, working on some of her paperwork and research while he made delivery pizzas. She chewed the end of her pencil, trying to work out the equation in her head...

The sound of thunder made her jump slightly.

...that wasn't thunder, the cups on the tables shook. Earthquake? Betty got up from her seat, going to the window to look out at the dark storm.

glad to hear!

[mas_stretchy]

Across the street, Bruce drags himself to his feet and wanders toward the road, coming to rest pitifully against a light post. He manages to bring his gaze from staring at the ground, just trying to keep one heavy foot in front of the other and spies a lighted window front.

Bruce looks over as a car comes down the road, keeping him from crossing it. In the dim light beneath the streetlamp he slides down to the ground again and rests. Anger makes his head hurt, and his feet feel twice as heavy. He needs to rest and calm down, and so he does from his spot on the ground next to the post, never once taking his eyes off the front of the familiar pizza parlor.

[labcoatgirl]

Someone was out there, she could see a figure sitting down under the streetlight. Her lips part, hands splayed against the glass of the window. It couldn't be...

Stanley was coming out with a pizza from the oven and sees her pressed up against the window. "Miss Betty, you shouldn't stand so close..."

Without even listening, she's out the door and into the rain, hurrying across the road towards the figure. If she was wrong, so be it, but she had to know.

A spotlight hits her and a car slides to a stop, just missing her with a loud blare of it's horn. Betty only just manages to miss getting hit.

[mas_stretchy]

That car horn gains his full attention as his head snaps up, green eyes almost glowing in the reflection. He stands, using the pole to steady himself and then takes a few awkward, dripping steps toward her.

"Betty?" Something in his voice is off, it's a bit deeper, as if he's sick, but it's still recognizably Bruce's voice. He sounds uncertain, almost confused.

[labcoatgirl]

She had been peering through the microscope at his red blood cells. Correction: green blood cells. They looked like they were all fighting with each other on the slide.

Betty turns quickly at his voice, trying to hide her disappointment that he still looked ill. A small smile, "Hi."

[mas_stretchy]

His own smile fades at her look and he frowns faintly.

"Still green." He sits up with disappointment in his voice, noticing the pressure cuff and works to undo it, looking around. "I, I want, mirror. A mirror." He'd seen his reflection in puddles and windows, but he still had no idea how far he was in the transformation. None of the surfaces had been able to resolve more than his general form, and those vivid green eyes.

[labcoatgirl]

Betty frowns as well, hurrying to his side, not sure what he was trying to do. "I...I don't know if that's..." What if he didn't like what he saw?

But he seemed determined and she cast about the lab for something that might do as a mirror. She finally finds a flat metal tray with a clear enough back that he can see and hesitates before giving it to him. Watching him carefully in case he has a bad reaction to this.

[mas_stretchy]

He keeps his eyes on her, even as he takes the metal tray. He hesitates to look but curiosity, scientific and basic drive him to look at the reflective surface. He takes a stressed breath, narrowing his eyes at the tray, seeing his green veins, green everywhere. His face twitches and then with a short snarl he crumples the tray like it's paper and tosses it to the floor. He turns toward the table he'd just been sleeping on and sets his head on his arms, which even the skin is tainted green now and he gives a single, short sob into the tabletop, the coloring to his skin fading slowly.