"Luke!" I protested.
"No way in hell!" My friend responded and began coughing like he had a terrible cold.
"I was kidding, Lillian," Luke said with a crooked smile while I had my eyes narrowed at him, "It will take a month by the time Elvis tries to stop the process completely and we don't have time for that. There's a country not far away who have experts to take out the venom out and it will take a day's journey to reach there."
"Will you be able to handle the pain?" I asked Marc worriedly.
"I'll be fine. I feel alright apart from the itch in my throat right now," he said placing his hand on his throat and on cue he fell from his chair, wheezing for air.
"Marc ar-" I went to reach out for him to only get pulled back by Luke. Both Elvis and Luke's posture changed looking at Marc as his hand stretched out in front of him. Luke pushed me behind him carefully, shielding me away from my friend.