Theo still had a blue tint to his skin. His lips more-so. He still wasn't getting enough oxygen to everywhere. The lung wasn't doing anything. But sitting in his chest. No wonder it didn't work. Werewolves were useless at everything. Well in Theo's opinion anyway.
"No...no....no...not the headmaster," he whispered, his voice strained. "Not the headmaster." He could smell cookies. Were they sugar free? Trust Theo to be dying and still sticking to his lack of sugar diet.
"Fia? Where's Fia? I need Fia," he gasped. He wanted to say goodbye before he died. If Melita didn't save him.
__________________ It looks like I'm not ginger after all Charlie Tudor - 1st Year Slytherpuff
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