Sara, who had priviously been looking at the ground and just hoping for an answer, looked up when she got one. "Clara." she said again, this time not as a question, but as an affirmation that the older girl was really there. She wouldn't put it past Tracey to add something to the poison to make her delusional.
When she felt the girl near her form, leaning on the wall for support, sweating and no doubt her face was pale, she tried to explain. "I think..." she gave a shallow swallow, "I think Tracey might have poisoned me."
Looking up to Clara, she asked, "Do you know any poison antidotes or fixes? Anything?" she knew that the older girl was her best bet for a cure and she knew that the poison wouldn't be fatal, but she still didn't know how serious it could be beyond that.