Book 2 Chapter 33

Three days passed from the time of Anthony and Christopher's Confrontation. For the most part Christopher slept through a majority of the time. He would wake up to eat, take care of any self care and then go back to his bed. Each passing day he was beginning to look worse and worse. He was having to maintain a constant flow of magic to keep the poison from spreading further, and he was beginning to lose. He could use magic to make a barrier for a very long time, use spell after spell most couldn't shit, even open the gates of the different Hells. But this poison that would kill lesser beings in less then a minute was something else entirely. 

Beth had done everything she could to heal his physical wounds, and she did give him medicines that would generally help slow down most modern day poisons, but it seem to be having next to no effect on the one in Christopher's system. So What was she to do? She felt as if she was being driven half mad waiting and being unable to do