Curing Cancer Puppy.

Night fell as usual and the party raged on again, but this time, Quentin wasn't being a broody idiot on the couch or a nerding out to some girls about some niche swedish horror film he saw, trying to act all cultured and ruining his chance at getting laid.

Nothing dried up their pussies more than snobbery.

Truly, Quentin was a waste of a pretty face. If he just shut up for two seconds he'd be getting laid 24/7. But apparently that was asking too much.

Today, however, he was doing none of that.

He was sitting by the stairs, sulking.

And I knew I had my chance.

I walked up to him, leaning over the railing.

"So, my incredible sulk, what is up with you? Don't have any new media to nerd out about?"

"What do you want, Jay?" He asked, annoyed.

"Snippy aren't we?" I slapped his head, just to annoy him and swung over the railing to sit beside him.

"I hear your dad's sick?"

Quentin sighed.

"That is the worst way to bring up that topic." Margo said , walking down the stairs, pulling up her hair in a ponytail.

"No. The worst way would be to snort his dad's ashes and ask him why this cocaine tasted weird."

"Pfftt!" Margo wheezed and Quentin gave the dirtiest look I had ever seen from him.

"Are you done being an asshole? Then leave me alone."

"Oh, not even remotely, my man. But I do have something for you."

"Don't want it. Fuck off." Quentin snapped.

"So you don't want the cure to your dad's cancer?"

At that his head snapped to me.

"What are you talking about? You have a cure for cancer?" Margo asked.

"I do. I made it to cure cancer puppy." I explained.

"You're going to cure cancer puppy?" Margo said, intrigued, "I thought that was impossible."

"With science, all things are possible." I smiled cheekily.

"Actually, I was planning to test it out today. Hold on- Eliot!" I called out to him.

"What?" He asked, walking over.

"Did you bring cancer puppy with you?"

"Oh right, you wanted to tests a new cure on it." Eliot remembered.

"Yeah so did you bring it?" I asked.

"I don't know-" Eliot teased.

"It's in the third bedroom, top shelf of the walk in closet. Got it."

"Che, spoilsport!" He pouted and cast a spell.

Instantly the puppy appeared in his hands.

"..... so cute!" Yue cooed, cradling the puppy in her arms.

"Yes. And once he's cured, he'll be even cuter." I said, taking it off her and placing it on the stairs as I pulled out a handful of syringes from my pocket.

Three to be exact.

One for regeneration. Another for disease control and a third with nanobots in it to help surgically remove the many tumors in his body.

I took out a razor and carefully shaved off a small section of fur from his tumor infested neck, and found a vein to deliver the dosage.

Then, one by one, I injected the three solutions into it's body, as it whimpered in pain.

He was a tiny little thing, barely larger than the palm of my hand. I couldn't identify his breed under all that mange but he was a small one, a lapdog of sorts. Being 150 years old, he was probably way different from the current breeds of dogs as is, making him a rare find. And I like those. Rare specimen of long dead species and such. I had a vast collection of those in my ship. This one would make a fine addition to it. After it is cured.

I flared out my technokinesis and my power like tendrils dug into the poor pup, ordering the nanobots around.

While the regeneration serum and antiviral serums were working their magic, I led the nanobots on a full on war with the cancer infesting his body. And let me tell you, it was horrid. The little guy was more cancer than pup. But all the same, I pureed it. The cancer, not the puppy.

The sluury and infected tissue were siphoned off from it's body via muscke tissue that I had remodeled ibto thin tubes running across the length of his body, straight into it's stomach for the time being as I gestured at Yue to bring a bucket.

Holding the puppy over it, I activated it's gag reflex with my nanofiber defense mesh attached to it's brain and it hurled. Minute after minute it expelled a slurry of acid and cancer, acrid and disgusting, right into the bucket, it's little body twitching from the exertion as the final tumors were dealt with.

Washing the pup clean with a bit of water, I forced it to swallow some nore and purged it's stomach clean, before suturing up the holes in it's stomach and reshaping it's muscle to it's original form.

By the time I was done, all eyes were on me and the puppy had lost nearly half it's body weight in cancer vomit.

It was nearly dead, holding onto life by an inch.

But it would live.

I put the puppy down and handed the bucket to Yue to dispose off while I injected it with another nutrient serum and washed my hands clean.

"Aaaaaaand done." I announced.

"That simple?" Eliot asked in disbelief.

"Yup. As I said, it's not magic. It doesn't have to be a Rube Goldberg machine of pain and god-shit.

This is science. The thing that brought us from flinging our turds to arguing whether a skyscraper, made of more glass and metal than existed in the time of christ, looks like an erect dong. It's like magic, except it works a 100 percent of the time." I said, stretching.

" Done with your megalomania?" Eliot smiked cheekily.

"..... for now." I said.

"Why are you so deconstruct-y all the time?" Margo asked with an amused glint in her eye.

"Because it's fun."

"It's weird."

"And fun. Besides, I like to own my weird. And I think I do a better job of it than Q here at least." I chuckled looking at Quentin, who was sat on the stairs, looking the puppy over.

"Be gentle with it Q. It's going to need another couple of days of rest and warm, liquid food to get back on it's feet."

"Okay, but why are you telling me that?"

"Because you're the one that's going to nurse it back to health."

"What? No." Quentin refused, "I-I can't even take care of myself, I don't... I don't know about this... "

"Do you want to save your father, Q? Then, shouldn't you be the one to make sure it doesn't suffer any side effects? After all, this might be the only way to save him, you know?" I said, "Besides, maybe taking care of it will help you learn to better take care of yourself. Dogs are therapy animals for a reason."

A chance for Quentin to grow.

I was showing my hand a bit but eh, Quentin needs to learn to shoulder responsibility.

I had already messed up their character growth too much. So this was my attempt to patch it in.

Nothing helps a guy grow more than taking care of someone. Or so my grandma used to say.

Hopefully, Quentin can do just that.

And if not.....

Well, worst case, the dog suffers. It's not like it can die. It's an immortal dog after all.

"Horses are therapy animals." Quentin countered.

"Touche."

Can't argue that.

If Kick-yo-balls-off-inator can be a therapy animal, anyone can be one.

So, I just decided to ignore it.

"Alright then, it's decided." I clapped my hands.

"W-wait, nothing's decided.... Guys? Guys?" Everyone just ignored him.

Even Todd shirked it off.

And he's Todd.

"Do your best Q." Eliot patted his shoulder and gave him a thumbs up.

"H-hey, com- come on, I can't...."

"The puppy better not be dead when you bring it back." Margo threatened and Quentin caved in, turning to Alice for help.

"I don't have any experience in raising do-"

"Actually, I think I have a-a research project, yes, a research project in the library." Alice excused herself and I chuckled as he just sat there holding the dog in his hands, and sighed.

"Dammit."

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The extra chapter for 600 powerstones as promised!

MC cures cancer puppy.

And dumps it's recovery on Quentin's shoulders.

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