A wash of relief almost made Davian feel light headed when the angel burst into the room and arrived at the side of the bed. Davian's voice was shrill, having trouble articulating as the Nightshade played with his senses. "He went all sleep! Like dead. Fuck! The Nightshade, we just wanted-- He took too much!"
Davian reached for Alex again, giving him a few more shakes and shouting his name. "He's fucking dead! What do we do!?" Forget the Demon Lords who wanted to cut him in half, Ms. Menides would get to him before they could even lift a finger. He almost wished the Demon Lords had found him. "Ambriel!" Davian grabbed the angel's arm. "You have to help him! Save him! Do something!"