Demetre fixed her with his blue gaze, "if I do not get this bite healed and the venom out, I could..." he stopped for a moment so he could try and breath. "I could become one of them..." he said with pain and scorn. "I could become a were-wolf", by the time he finished talking Demetre was gasping for breath. "But only if I get through the problem of infection, and blood loss" he said cheerfully, "Hey, dont worry, I dont plan on leaving you yet!" he said in the happiest way possible, soon after he said the last words of the sentence, he started coffing un-controllably. "We have to get to the next town" he said, spitting out deep red blood, "there should be a healer there..." he gasped.