I shouted for Nico, who I knew was in.
The young man poked his head into the bathroom moments later “what’s up…you okay, Matt? Drink too much?”
“No.” I replied for him “you need to get John, I think he’s been poisoned.”
“What?”His eyes widened to the size of saucers.
Matthew threw up again. I noticed the sweat soaking his clothes.
“Nico!”
“Right, on it”
“Nico went to get him, Matt. It’s gonna be fine.”
Matthew shook his head weakly, curling into himself and letting out an agonised moan. My gaze shot back over my shoulder, where Dean had appeared, summoned by me calling for Nico- talk about nosy. He had bitten his lip so hard that he’d made it bleed.
“Dean.” I called anxiously as Matthew heaved again. I crouched and tried to uncurl him, but he didn’t budge, not even when the stream of puke ended up down his front. Except it wasn’t puke.
“Dean! Blood!” Allblood.
Dean surged forward and joined my side in seconds, cursing.
“He’s burning” Dean mumbled “Matthew? Matthew, can you hear me?”
The only response he got was another choked gag, more blood, and then Matthew’s face lost whatever colour it had previously possessed, and his body went rigid. I was sure my heartbeat stuttered.
“Dean” I said urgently “do something.”
“I’m not a healer-”
Matthew’s mouth started to foam.
“Fuck!”My hands hovered helplessly as Matthew began to convulse. I could feel myself panicking. The boy made another choking noise and frothy vomit spilled out of his ajar mouth, mixed with blood. Too much blood.
Dean gasped, eyes wide, unable to do anything but stare.
Matthew then stilled, rolling back over onto his back. His eyes snapped open and he gasped for breath, one hand flailing to grab my arm and the other holding his stomach.
“Stay down, Matt.” I prompted, voice trembling “It’s...just breathe.”
“W-wha’ happened?” He panted “Theo, wh-” he cut himself off with a sharp gasp, letting go of me and clutching his chest. It was scary. He was so pale he looked translucent, pained tears were streaming freely down his cheeks and he was slick with sweat, shivering violently.
“Breathe” there were tears in my eyes now “Matt, you have to breathe.”
“C-can’t...”
I’d never been so relieved to see Johnathan when he raced into the bathroom.
I watched as he took in the scene before him- the mess on the floor, the state of Matthew, mine and Dean’s terrified expressions- and dropped to his knees.
“Make him throw up.”
“What? Hehas been!”
“He needs to try and puke it up while I find the antidote. What was it? Do you know what it was?” Johnathan asked urgently as I coaxed a gasping, shaking Matthew over the toilet.
“Stop.” He croaked, weakly trying to push my hand away “can’t….”
