The tests came back later that day, after we all calmed down.
Mr. Fantastic studied them for a while. He was making weird facial expressions that told me the tests were not good.
"It's...amazing," He began, all of us waiting to hear what he was going to say.
"You're powers have no known cause...nothing. No weird radiation levels...nothing. Jimmy, according to the tests, you have no powers. You're as normal as any civilian walking down 42nd street!"
"What? That can't be! It's not possible!" I cried. "I have powers! You've seen them! I can fly...I'm invisible...I have that weird psychic energy thing going on..."
"I know, Jimmy, that's why it doesn't make sense."
"So basically you mean I'm screwed to have dangerous outbreaks of psychic energy my whole damn life."
I sat down on the bed, watching The Thing stare at the clock. He nudged Mr. Fantastic.
"Ooh yeah,
uh...something we didn't tell you about the procedure, Jimmy, is
that there is a side affect..."
"Whadda mean 'a side
affect'?" I snapped.
"Well, right about now, you should be experiencing horrible, unbearable..."
"PAIN! ARRGH!"
I kneeled over in terrible pain. It felt like my stomach exploded! I rolled over on the bed, hollering and screaming.
"What the hell? Why didn't you tell her about that?" Spider-Man yelled.
"She wouldn't want to continue with the test!"
"Don't matter none anyway. She found out know." Johnny said, half laughing. Spider-Man went to punch him, but The Thing stepping in front of Storm made Spider-Man back down.
"The pain could make her so crazy that she could harm herself just to make it stop, so we're putting her to sleep." Sue added.
"Why not novocaine?"
"There's no a safe amount to stop the pain."
"Whadda mean by that?"
I was still screaming as this is going on, by the way.
"I mean there's not enough to stop the pain safely. The dosage could cause serious damage."
I felt myself getting drowsy. Very drowsy. I guess I screamed myself to sleep.