"Easy, Harry, I have you," Edward soothed, his voice laced heavily with concern. "Don't fight it, you need to get that poison out of your system."
Trembling and whimpering, Harry continued to vomit blood and green sludge, the poison burning his throat as he forcefully expelled it from his body. Whatever the potion was, it tasted absolutely vile as he vomited it back up.
Seth, now fully healed, hovered anxiously next to his best friend's bed. "You're going to be alright," he said shakily, more trying to reassure himself than Harry.
Breathing hard, Harry collapsed weakly on the bed, head half hanging off. "I don't feel so good," he whimpered.
"Seth, go and get me a cold washcloth," Edward barked, placing his hand on Harry's forehead and noting that it felt abnormally warm. Harry didn't run as cold as them, but he was most definitely running a few degrees hotter than his normal.
Seth quickly returned with four wash clothes and handed them over to Edward. "What's wrong with him?" he asked nervously.
Edward started to gently wash Harry's head, face and neck with the cool cloth, folding one in half and leaving to sit on his forehead. "I don't know, Seth, but I'm sure that it has something to do with the potion. It looks as though he's having an allergic reaction to something that was in it. Our bodies are meant to only consume blood."
"Carlisle," Harry moaned pitifully, desperate for his mate.
"I'm going to go to that fucker's house," Sam snarled. He knew from the link with Paul that Carlisle and the dark man were there already, but so far they hadn't made a move on the guy. Harry was now safe with Seth, Jacob and Edward, he now had to go and make sure that Paul didn't do anything stupid. The pup had an incredibly short fuse. He may not be the true pack leader, and he had made plenty of mistakes, but he cared for his pack brothers and he would die for them.
"Send my mate home," Harry asked weakly, eyes pleading with Sam. He didn't care what happened with Mr. Long, he just wanted his mate. Carlisle always made him feel better.
Nodding his head, Sam turned towards Jacob. "Stay in your wolf form so I can communicate with you incase there is a problem."
"Be careful," Jacob said sincerely. Vampires they knew how to handle, but wizards were a whole different story. They may be powerful wolves, but they had no protection against magic...at least none that he knew of.
Crying out, Harry dropped his head the rest of the way off the bed and started vomiting again. Worriedly rubbing his bare back in support, Edward looked to Seth. "Can you get me some clothes for him?"
"No!" Harry groaned, gagging up more vomit. "I need a shower first. I...I...He had his hands all over me. I have to wash him off."
"Harry, you're too weak," Edward protested.
"Then carry me," Harry sobbed, grabbing desperately at Edward's arms. He didn't care about his nudity, he had to get the feel of that man's hands and his scent off of him.
"You're sick," Edward pointed out. "You need to stay in bed."
Crying hard now, Harry looked to Seth. "Please, I need him off of me."
Seth couldn't take seeing his brother so broken. Scooping him up, he carried him to the bathroom, turned the water on hot and then stepped in the shower with Harry in his arms, clothes and all. He could hear Edward protesting, but he didn't care. "Stop bitching and strip the bed," he snapped back.
"Thank you," Harry whimpered, burying his nose in Seth's neck.
"I'll always have your back, Princess," Seth growled ferociously. Grabbing the loofa sponge and soap, he started scrubbing his brother since he was too sick and weak to do it himself. Seeing or holding a naked body didn't bother him. He had seen his entire pack, including Leah, naked, and Harry was the second most important person to him on the planet...of course his imprint came first. Harry was right, they were soul brothers, and scrubbing his naked body didn't bother him.
