"I'm sorry about your head," Blue muttered, handing the first aid kit over to Sig and watching as the wolf wiped away the blood trickling from his mate's forehead. Stellan was still conscious and responsive, not unlike Eivind had been when Blue had feed him the powdered form of the same substance, though the capsule was clearly more powerful. Stellan was able to smile and shake away Blue's worries, somewhat comforted by the familiar feel of his mate's lap beneath him.<br/><br/>"Iss nuthin," he assured them, eyes on Sig's hand as he tried to squeeze. His fingers twitched minutely, though he wouldn't have been able to tell if he hadn't seen it for himself. Despite his repeated claims that everything was okay, Stellan didn't like this feeling. He felt vulnerable, as though his agency had been forcefully stripped from him. His mouth was drier than before. Instinctively, Stellan's tongue kept jutting out, trying to lick at cracking lips and wet them with a tongue sans saliva. A futile effort. He closed his eyes, attempting to settle himself. He couldn't feel his limbs but he could feel his heart racing in his chest, beating wildly inside of him with a sense of desperate urgency. Small whines escaped his throat as he lay there. Blue couldn't help but think he sounded like a scared dog, cowering in its owner's lap.<br/><br/>"Yeah... yeah, I should try it. Just to make sure," Blue agreed. He grabbed the bottle and poured a single capsule out into his palm. Slowly, he retrieved a glass from one of the cupboards and filled it with water. Easier to take the capsule that way, though Blue had never had much of a problem with swallowing pills. When finished, he handed the rest of the water over to Sig and went to lay down on the sofa. If something did happen to him, at least he'd be safe and Sig wouldn't have to nurse two head wounds.<br/><br/>Ten minutes passed. Stellan was still unable to move much other than his head and a couple fingers. "I feel... okay," Blue said, shifting where he lay, lifting up each limb and testing all his digits. "A little sick to my stomach, like I ate something bad, but other than that I don't notice anything different." He carefully sat up, not wanting to go overboard and end up on the floor next to Sig's mate, but still, nothing. "Head hurts, too, but I can still move everything."<br/><br/>He looked down at Stellan, frowning. "Did Alaric say how long this was supposed to last?"