Sulfhemoglobinemia is a rare condition in which there is excess sulfhemoglobin (SulfHb) in the blood. The pigment is a greenish derivative of hemoglobin which cannot be converted back to normal, functional hemoglobin. It causes cyanosis even at low blood levels.
Oh, so it's not a magical side-effect. They just used advanced acience/magic to keep her alive while they pumped a shit ton of sulfur into her body. That makes it much, much better.
Also for those wondering what Cyanosis is...
It means Marcy is gonna bruise way, way more easily, and even small wonds are far more likely to develop necrosis.
Yeah, this girls days of being physically active are done.
Edit* Apparently it usually fixes itself in about 4 months as red blood cells replaces the green one, so provided she don't die before then she'll eventually go back to normal.
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some marcy/ yulivia angst (requested by @tharrb)
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cw: vomiting, unreality, hallucinations, self harm (accidental), (green) blood, gaslighting, possible past child abuse
Another wave of orange sludge spewed past chapped lips as Marcy vomited.
Marcy whimpered as Olivia hummed gently, the newt rubbing slow, rhythmic circles into the human’s back. Marcy sniffled, trembling feverishly – she hated being weak like this.
She only wanted to use you to escape, a chorus of voices whispered. Whether the voices were real or just a memory, Marcy wasn’t sure – but she pushed them away, vehemently ignoring them. What they were saying was a lie – she knew it was. If Olivia didn’t care, then –
It’s all just a show, the voices continued. You’re useful to her. She can use you to save Amphibia – the environment, the people –
“Shut up,” Marcy growled. Olivia paused.
Uh, oh, the voices sang. Now she thinks you’re crazy – not that she didn’t already.
“How’s she doing?” Yunan asked, entering the room.
Oh, and Yunan, the voices hummed. You know, she called you a – what was it, again? Oh, right, yes – a backstabber.
“Shut up,” Marcy repeated, curling into herself.
She didn’t even want to save you. But, they needed you, the voices sighed. So many parental figures, and not one of them ever actually loved you.
“Shut up, shut up, shut up!” Marcy cried.
You know we’re right. They’re only here now out of obligation.
“Get out of my head,” Marcy sobbed.
Aw, Wit, the voices cooed, We’re not leaving you. We’re the only ones who never will.
“Get... out...”
Oh, Wit, you’ll never be free of us.
“Get out...”
They didn’t even try to save you. Just give in, and we will give you the peace they never could. Just give up, just give in...
Marcy snapped back to reality as someone lifted her chin.
“Breathe,” Olivia ordered calmly. “In, hold, out, hold. Alright? Just breathe with me. In, hold, out, hold...”
Marcy felt her heartbeat slow as she listened to Olivia’s directions. Looking down, she noticed Yunan holding her hands, dripping with green blood – blood was soaking through Marcy’s shirt, right over where the scar on her chest was.
“Can I let go of your hands?” Yunan asked slowly. “Can you promise me you won’t go back to scratching yourself?”
Marcy nodded numbly. Her hands trembled as Yunan let go of them, her fingers still dripping with unnatural neon green.
“Marcy, honey, can you tell us what’s going on?” Olivia asked softly.
Sure, tell them, the voices giggled, It’ll just prove how insane you truly are.
Marcy shook her head.
Just tell them you’re hearing voices, the voices laughed. They’ll just send you away. If only they knew how truly broken you were...
“Love, you can tell us,” Olivia promised. “No matter what, okay?”
If your own parents didn’t want you, why would they?
“I...” Marcy stammered.
They’ll throw you away –
“I hear them.” Marcy squeezed her eyes shut. “The Core – it’s voices. I – I don’t kn-know if they’re r-real, I j-just –”
“Oh, darling,” Olivia breathed.
Marcy had dealt with her own parents long enough for her to know what was coming next. Yelling, screaming, telling her she just wasn’t being strong enough –
Two pairs of arms wrapped around her waist.
Marcy blinked.
“I can’t even imagine,” Olivia whispered, brushing a lock of hair out of Marcy’s eyes. “I’m so sorry.”
Yunan didn’t say anything. Instead, she just rubbed Marcy’s back, a comfortable weight.
“We’ll figure this out together, okay?” Olivia promised, placing a kiss on Marcy’s forehead.
“But-”
“No ‘but’s,” Yunan interrupted. “I don’t know what it said to you, but we’re not going anywhere, okay?”
Marcy’s bottom lip trembled. A sob escaping her, she sank against Olivia and Yunan, curling into their arms.
“... thank you.”
“Of course,” Olivia murmured, eyes warm with affection. “Rest now, love. We’ll be here when you wake.”
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