He was definitely getting worse. The only reason he was still sitting up was because he was leaning against a wall. But he was looking more slumped over now. The pain in his nerves was almost unbearable and he winced as he took the candy from Callista.

It was sweet - sweeter than Ian usually liked and it was a struggle to swallow it and then convince his stomach to keep it down. But after that first mouthful he couldn't manage another. "Let's hope that's enough," he said. He put his arm back down in his lap, hoping that by not moving he wouldn't hurt so much.