Meg looks at Erika with eyes pondering if this all be a joke. Her gutsey manners in all things when around Erika was said by others that she was showing off!
The bottle has a sprayer on top but Meg sniffs it wondering what might be inside.
Here eyes light up as the scent is of something fresh and smelling rather nice. It is not unlike a thinned down perfume and a spray of it just doesn't seem gutsey enough for Meg.
Again with a questioning eye on Erika she unscrews the sprayer from atop the bottle. A quick look down inside sees a mixture of multi colors, black, grays, white, brown, and just a slight tint of deep red.
Obviously this is some mixture of many liquids but would they do her harm? This is just one of the personal thoughts Meg has as she prepares to do the unthinkable.
A deep sniff of the liquid down in and she rises up as if ready to drink the liquid down in one giant gulp.
"Hey dummy it's a spray not wine!" yelled Erika in the sudden fit of watching her kooky friend.
Erika's grab for the bottle is just a tad slow seeing from the bottle a slinky string of its substance run out and into Meg's wide open mouth.
Taking the bottle away for her dumb friend she screws down the sprayer again capping the bottle with what remained still inside. Placing it on the dresser she then turns to give a piece of her mind to Meg.
Meg stands there almost rigid she is shaking like being cold even though its August and ninety degrees. Her eyes tell all that what she had just done was indeed stupid in all ways.
Asking if she is going to be alright, Erika helps Meg to lay out on her bed. The friend is seemly going into shock as she shakes and shivers violently from head to foot. A blanket pulled up over Meg as Erika then runs to the medicine cabinet in the bathroom for something to work as an anitdote.
Coming back she has a glass of water and two asprin. A helping friend pokes the pills into Meg's shuddering lips and then pours in the small glass of water.
As the asprin melts into Meg and begins to increase her size of veins and blood vessels the poisens are aided into working throughout Meg's body with quick and decided ease.
Meg is beginning to hyperventilate as breathing becomes short quick breaths inhaled and exhaled at a very fast rate. Erika takes Meg's pulse but its going so fast she can't get a good count.
"Your in real trouble dear!" exclaimed Erika as she turns and dashes from the room.
Meg seeing this thinks Erika is running away and leaving her to fend for herself with these horrid feelings. A moaning scream for Erika to return falls silent as Meg struggles to he feet and stands but could topple over at any moment.
Stumbling forward she grabs the top of Erika's dresser and tries to steady herself. The bottle stands before her and she has the thought to pick it up and break the horrid stuff on Erika's bedroom wall.
"Salve of Transformation" says the label as Meg her eyes watering strains to read it again. Rolling the bottle around in her one hand she spies another label as it is stuck to the bottom of the bottle.
There she strains to read the exceptional small print as it is printed in a spiral circle. "Before use choose a final transitioned form by holding or wearing something animal, mineral, or plant."