Before I could say anything more, I started dry heaving. Demetrius moved a bucket under my mouth, and I threw up more blood. I knew I wouldn't get out of puking, but I hoped it wasn't as bad as the first time. Since I had gotten into the bath, I had been feeling slightly better. Demetrius had been through this a few times over the years.
"How long do you think it will last this time?"
"It took three days last time, right?"
"Yes," I replied, remembering the day and almost wanting to throw up again.
"I found this vile of potion in your pocket. What does it do?"
"George said it would help me sleep, but I haven't felt good enough to take it yet."
"How are you feeling currently? You seem to be doing much better."
I thought about it, and I was all right to get out of the bath. The water n
