Delaney hurried up the stairs as fast as she could manage but Miles and Harris rushed up ahead of her. She reached the bedroom and her heart was pounding in her chest.
Vincent was in lying on his side, curled up with his fists and jaw clenched. His eyes were smashed closed and his breathing was coming in hisses from his nose. Sweat was pouring from him and his scars were a fiery red.
"I-I can't get him to take the medicine," Harris said urgently, grabbing the sides of his own head and pressing his fingers against his skin as he watched his friend and master, "He needs to take the medicine. His pain is worse."
Delaney saw the bottle sitting on the table and snatched it up, hurrying to her husband. Miles was already there leaning over him trying to talk to him. Bernard and Duncan were on his other side.
