Blue brought him the rest of the water after taking the pills and wisely decided to park it on the couch. Sig placed his arms under the crook of Stellan’s armpits, dragging him upright as much as he was able. Propped up partially against his chest, Sig leaned against the back of the couch. He puffed at the effort. Stellan was heavy but he worried that he’d half-drown him if he tried to give him water lying flat out. He nuzzled into the side of his neck and brought the water to his lips, slowly tilting it.<br/><br/>This was all looking favorable for Blue’s plan. If he pulled it off, it would be an awful experience for that sorry excuse of alpha wolf. He wouldn’t be taken care of, wrapped up in reassuring arms. He’d know death was coming for him and he’d be the vulnerable one for once. It was fitting because he doubted anyone had ever made Lofgren feel that way. Add insult to injury that it would be executed by a brave young human, one that had been tormented by his own hands.<br/><br/>Sig turned to look at Blue a little while later, when he spoke again. He was alright. Nothing too weird seemed to be occurring. Which was good because<br/><br/>“And you took quite a bit. More than you will swallow ever again, hopefully.” Sig followed Blue’s line of sight back to his mate.<br/><br/>“No, Alaric didn’t say, and I didn’t ask. Didn’t think that mattered so much. Lofgren will hopefully be long dead before it has any sort of chance to wear off.” Which didn’t help with Stellan now, who probably wanted it to be over quickly. Still, it would give Blue an idea of the window he had to work within.<br/><br/>“You feeling any better, Stellan?” Sig wanted it to be over too. Blue had plenty of time to act since Stellan had been down.