Blackfeather Woods How to save a life

PP'ing slightly that Burke already got the mix. Feel free to PP Burke in the stick situation if needed.

Burke slowly closed his eyes, unable to keep them open for now. His stomach kept contracting quicker after one other that he had to just focus on numbing out the pain rather than looking at what the other wolves were going to save him. Burke felt like these were his last moments. What a horrible way to die in such pain. Did he deserve it? No, not really. At least Burke thought so. He had chosen for himself, was such a thing selfish? Yes. But would he be more of a saint if he had suffered through that horrible life? Burke found no one was a saint. The male realized that he needed to stay in the presence before his mind started drifting.

His eyes opened when some weird paste was fed to him. He automatically swallowed it. Big mistake. He remembered Meldresi's words now. The vomiting potion. Burke instantly squirmed. It didn't do what he expected. He hoped that he would throw up what was bothering him but the paste seemed to press against his bloated stomach. The gasses prevented the mixture from entering. The gas had to be pressed out by that damn stick thing, Burke realized. He slowly opened his eyes but realized his vision was blurred, he closed them again. A heavy pant came from the male. He felt like he was exploding.