Remnants of Poison I

Damon had all but kicked down the door to Blaise's room and I immediately leaped from his arms to join Blaise, who was nearly convulsing on the bed, a hand gripping his own chest as though he was trying to claw something out. His eyes, so full of love and tenderness for me mere minutes ago, were now bloodshot and bulging, a wordless scream for help in his pupils. 

"Blaise!" Damon and I both yelled out. 

I clutched at his face in worry and desperation while Damon hurriedly waved Nicole over to Blaise's other side. I watched in horror as a dribble of frothy spit emerged from his lips. He seemed like he was having a seizure.

"Let me," Nicole said, "Harper, give me more room." 

"But―" The pain in my chest was nearly killing me; how much could Blaise endure before his body gave out? 

My eyes welled with tears as Damon wrapped his arms around my waist to pull me away. 

"Move, we can't do anything for him now," Damon growled into my ear.