Terry managed to crack a small smile at Oliver's dry tone, glad the other man didn't seem to be put out overly much at Terry's peevish behavior. "Thank you," he said, gripping the chair as Oliver crossed to the other side of the room, slightly off balance now he wasn't leaning into the other man's touch.
"The normal doses aren't working," Terry said, taking the potions that were handed to him. "I take them and my head gets worse, or at least seems to. But Poppy seems to think that these can help."
He nodded when Oliver said he should take them right away, and immediately regretted the decision. His head swam and his vision grayed for a few long, terrifying moments. He blinked rapidly and felt the potions start to slip from his fingers.