Mercy looked down at him again, furrowing her brow. Her finger rested on the trigger for the boost, but she hesitated. "Are you abzolutely zhure?" she asked, her voice shaking a little. "If I do zis, I don't sink zere's a way to make you big again."
"That's perfect!" he replied. "I want to be tiny with you! C'mon, just make me small!" His insistence was beginning to weird Mercy out, and she was getting to the point where she wanted to shrink him just so he would shut up.
"Okay," she assented, raising the healing gun toward him. "If it's what you really want." He nodded, and Mercy squeezed her eyes shut, unable to watch someone else dwindle to bug size. She pulled the trigger, releasing what would normally be a boost into him, and held it down for several seconds. When she opened her eyes again he was gone.
Mercy had to force herself to look down and see the puny man in front of her. His cheering did nothing to assuage her guilt, nor did his repeatedly stated desires to have this done to him. "Zere, you're zmall," she said, followed by a loud sigh. "I hope you're happy." Even though he was tiny, she could see him dancing at her feet.
She wanted to walk away and leave him there. Her job was done, after all: she had made him tiny, just as she had asked. Before she could step away, though, her conscience got the better of her. If he were left alone in this state he would easily fall prey to just about anything, and that would be on her. Even if she didn't want it, he was her responsibility now.
After another heavy sigh she squatted and looked down at him, resting her wrists on her knees. He was still cheering, but his tiny voice was difficult to hear. Mercy reached down and plucked him off the ground, careful not to squeeze too tightly. "Is it everysing you hoped?" she asked, at a loss for any other words.
"You're huge, Doctor Ziegler!" he shouted. "I love it!" Mercy pinched the bridge of her nose while she gathered her thoughts. What would she even do with him?