Hell no. The fact that Blake was still alive meant that it obviously wasn't some kind of alchemical acid or super-deadly wizard poison that he drank, but there was still no telling how badly it could potentially fuck him up, and that wasn't going to happen on my watch. I lunge forward, shouldering past Sandy and skidding to a halt in the pool of spilt potions to jerk Blake's head back by the nose and ram my fingers down his throat until he starts gagging.
"C-Cal?! What're you--" Sandy stutters in shocked protest; after a couple moments, I let go of Blake and jump back to be out of range when he vomits.
Rainbows.
And lightning.
He fucking vomits rainbows and goddamn lightning.
We all stand there for a few moments in stunned silence (except for Blake, who's still coughing and spluttering)... but then the previously-inert puddle starts reacting to its new contents. Violently reacting, with hissing, bubbling, throwing off sparks, and rapidly changing color-- without prompting, Sandy hurries over to pull Blake away, and we all begin to back away from the potential blast radius when it...
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