[ there's the flower, and there's the drop of binghe's blood on his skin, undoubtedly infecting him with the flower std. he can't even see it, which is even worse -- but he twirls the flower between his fingers and glances back towards where the book should still be laid out, grimacing a little. ]

I was gonna check if there's any... I dunno, indication of what you're going to become. And how bad it'll be, I guess.

[ doesn't it sound scary? slowly transforming into something straight from a horror movie. or fantasy. he doesn't know!!!! ]

Do you know what you're supposed to be turning into?