No more ferret

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                 The moment Luke swallows the potion, he starts heaving.  Vin pounces on him and slaps his hands over his mouth. 
"No no!! You keep that down.  It's too valuable.  I can't make another."  

                 Luke's eyes start to water.  The heaving comes to a stop.   Vin carefully removes his hands, watching the boy closely. 

                 "Ugh!  That tasted like shit!" Luke roars.

                   "I didn't promise a pleasant taste."  Vin states, matter of factly.

                    "You also didn't warn me it would have a pure shit taste!" 

                       Egon arrives back on the scene with a glass of water for Luke.  
"Need anything else to wash out the taste?"

                     "Mouthwash? Must have shit breath now.  The aftertaste is just as bad."

                    "Cupboard under the bathroom sink."

                        Luke visits the bathroom.  He arrives back smacking his lips and working his tongue around his mouth.
"That's better."   Seats himself back on the desk chair.  

                           Vin is intensely studying him.  "Do you feel any different?"

                           No."  Luke sighs with disappointment.

                         Vin taps his furry chin
"I suppose you're not going to feel differently.  Not like you can physically feel the disease leaving your body.  It may not be apparent the potion has worked until no other areas of your brain shrink or atrophy.  There won't be progression over time.  It's a matter of waiting.  How anticlimactic."  Vin whines.

                "So, I have to wait for who knows how long to know if I'm going to continue going nutso and die?"  
Luke groans, raking at his hair with his hands.  A habit of his when he's aggravated or frustrated.
"The symptoms I have already are unpredictable and possibly dangerous.  How do I cope?   It's like I need someone at my side, all the time.   Keeping me grounded and stopping me from doing something stupid."

              Egon's face lights up.  "Vin!"

               "What?"

                "You can do that for Luke.   You can be his service animal.  His service ferret!"  
Egon is ecstatic at his ingenious idea.

                  Vin growls, stomping his feet in a tantrum.
" I love the idea,  but why  a FERRET!  ?  I'm sick of demeaning myself by pretending to be one of those vermin.   No more with the Ferret!"

**  this is the end of this story.   Please let me know if you'd like to see a sequel.  What you'd like to see happen in the sequel.   Thank you for reading
**Update ** A prequel and sequel to this story are now in progress

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