"So no more cuckoo's blood for you, mister," Verity said, taking a moment to finally laugh about this, feeling the worry and concern and guilt drain through her. "I will remember this for the future."

And it had gone directly into his bloodstream, which meant this entire thing had probably hit him like a freight train. Poor guy.

"It's my fault for not taking into account your weird biology when mixing it with Sarah's weird biology," she added, wiping away amused tears from her eyes. "Okay, let's get you cleaned up and into bed, huh? You can sleep this off, Mr. My Hands Can Touch Anything But Themselves."