White Alchemist

Healing and what comes next

Sidney was seated on his bed, it'd been three days since Ronda and Veronica had talked to him, and he'd been mostly alone the whole time.

Spike and Viking occasionally dropped by, but he turned them away a lot of the time. Partially due to their excessive noise and trying to set off explosions and test out new gizmos in his room, but mainly because he was deep in thought.

Take a risk with the enhancements, or stay natural but walk on thin ice, it was a decision he still hadn't made.

On the one hand, enhancements would solve his current problem and put him at ease, but there were a lot of factors involved.

Ronda said that his body would adapt to the poison, but wasn't it purely because his body failed to adapt to his new Channel spell that he ended up in a worse state than he was?

But on the other hand, if he took the natural route, things would be even more hectic. His body was extensively damaged after all, and he'd been bedridden—and would stay bedridden—for days.

And he'd had time