Warren watched his mate eat. He took a few bites, but didn't want any food. He tried to but couldn't eat. He had a hard enough time drinking some water. When she went to lay down he watched her until she fell asleep. He stood and paced for a minute before leaving. He went to some nearby bushes before was sick. He threw up the food and water. But it was mixed with blood.<br/><br/>He wasn't healing like he should. He threw up again, tasting more blood. He sat and panted for a moment. His breathing was still a bit ragged. He was too weak to be aware of his surroundings. He tensed and was sick a third time. The tang and scent of blood was strong to him. He was vaguely aware when a white wolf nudged his shoulder and whined at him.<br/><br/>-Mother... Its ok... I will heal....- his voice was weak. He was panting and got sick once more before his stomach was empty. He was hurting again. The pain was making him dizzy. The wounds should have tried to heal before now. He didn't understand why they hadn't.<br/><br/>Karren whined as he was sick again. There was a lot of blood in it and she was worried. But there was little she could do.