I lay there, almost completely unconcious. I was sweating badly, and the room might as well have been on fire. Somewhere in the corner of my mind, I heard words. "Flamara is in the healing room," is the only part he got out of it though.
Wait. Why would she be in the healing room? Then I remembered. Jason was in the healing room.
Without thinking about it, I hoped to my feet, ignoring the ilness. But as soon as I was on my feet, I saw Jason in front of me. He shot me once in the chest, and the impact blew me off my feet, flipping me behind the couch.
I wondered if he had the antidote to the poison. Well, that was the last thing I thought before I became unconcious. The only sound in my head one of that which I knew about. Alot.