...only to be met with another surprise in the next instant. Instead of the gratitiude or recovery you were waiting for, she stumbled backward, arms limp at her sides. She landed in a slump at the corner of the back wall, a a grimace on her face either from the taste or from something going on below the surface - possibly even both combined. You're starting to get worried now, and something smells (not literally) illegal about all of this, and you regret being dragged into it. Still, this was a teacher who had trusted you enough and was someone you would even call your friend, to a reasonable extent. The least you could do was lend a hand for her when she was in need, you justify, rushing to her aid.
Miss Blake's face was exceedingly pallid, like a more advanced version of the kind that she had earlier before drinking the stuff you made. Why she couldn't have mixed that herself was still beyond you, but she must have had a real reason or else the teacher wouldn't have had to risk letting you in on all this. Her entire body shook with intensity, causing you to reflexively withdraw your hand from reaching out to her, but she doesn't seem to notice that. All of a sudden she drops the beaker, letting it shatter on the floor from the impact and causing you to jump back. The weirdest of all happened next though; her hair started to shift through a transition of luminescent colors, then it ended as soon as it all began.
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