He shook his head, suddenly very conscious of the moisture he was losing with each word. It was a little ridiculous, perhaps, when he didn't know if he would be dead before he had a chance to really get thirsty, but he'd always been more cautious than not.
"No. Not all of us. Sherlock- my friend- he was fine. But I was poisoned. I saw others. How many do you think are here?"