Ricky gestures with his hands, an indication of his own nerves. “I don’t know what triggered it, but something set her off, and she ended up throwing up the poison. She probably still is; there’s a good chance she’s not telling you about it. And from what I’ve managed to figure out, your blood repelled the poison inside her, and now that it’s coming out, she’s going back to normal.”

“What does that mean, normal?” I feel uneasy at the word.

“She’s gaining back her ...