"I got a pretty big mouth, I don't know," Adam said, and then he couldn't believe that he was actually making that joke at a time like this. Clearly he was losing his goddamned mind. "I mean. I wouldn't do that, but I'm just saying. I could. Probably. If I absolutely had to. Which I don't. Um. I'm going to fuck off over here now," Adam finally said, walking away stiffly, toward where Anton was sitting and waiting.
"Good news," he said, faking glee, when really his voice just sounded rough and kind of miserable. "You're not going to die. William Beckett has saved your life and I am totally not going to suck poison out of your wound with anything but my wand, for the record." He was rambling, and clearly not handling this new development well at all. "Mikey, you should go ask them about that vine thing and then we can get this done more quickly. No sitting around. Saving lives. Keeping people safe. Waiting for Patronus messengers."
He raised his wand, and fortunately he knew poison sucking spells, because when you lurked around in the Caribbean, that was the kind of thing you learned, or at the very least picked up. The spell actually failed the first time he tried it, an abysmal lack of concentration, and he looked at Anton for a moment. "Sorry," he muttered, took a deep breath, and tried a second time. It worked that time, glowing red for a moment before fading.