He began to wonder if he was dead.
No.
If he were dead, he'd feel a hell of a lot better than this.
It felt like he'd just been hit with a two ton truck.
His head hurt and his body felt heavy and unbelievably warm. He could feel himself trembling just slightly and idly wondered if it was from the bite or if the orgasm hadn't quite left him yet. For some reason or another, the bite just made it that much more intense.
He moaned slightly, remembering how it felt.
He felt like shit now, but he took it as a good sign. It meant he was still alive.
He would have smiled if he could.
He heard her come into the room, felt her hand on his cheek. He'd heard her whispering soothing words to try and wake him.
He did try to open his eyes, but his body wouldn't cooperate. He attempted to lift his hand so he could hold hers and it just wouldn't budge.
After a while, he just gave up, knowing that he would only end up exhausting himself. He felt the cool cloth on his head and knew that she was still there with him. He felt her rocking him gently and humming something softly. He could tell by the quiver in her voice that she was trying not to cry.
He wanted nothing more than to wrap his arms around her and tell her that he was alright and that there was nothing to worry about. But he couldn't. Not at the moment, at least.
He decided to stop trying to fight it and he let himself relax so he could try to sleep. The sooner he got over this thing, the sooner he could hold her in his arms again.
He was awake the next morning, to her relief. He said he felt horrible, but drinking her little magical cocktail helped a lot. She kept apologizing for hurting him and he waved it off, saying he'd had poisonings that were worse.
"So do you feel any differently yet?"
"Nothing that I can tell. Although…" he looks at the cup in his hands. "I did smell the second batch of this stuff before you came down the hall with it."
She smiled. "Well that's something then." She bit her lip.
She got up from the bed and walked over to the far wall.
"AH!"
He flailed, throwing the mug on the nightstand, screwing his eyes shut and ducking under the duvet.
"Jesus! Warning!"
She smirked, shutting the curtains again before walking back over to the bed.
He groaned at the pounding in his head. The sunlight was blinding. He was sure it had something to do with his transformation, but then it didn't help that it was only ten in the morning and he wasn't fully awake yet.
She bent down and kissed his cheek.
"Progress," she smiled.
She took the mug from the nightstand and went into the kitchen to mix another brew.