Green and feeling ill

Rhys was coughing and gagging, the spell that Arabella sent calmed her for a mere moment before she started to gag again, and her magic went completely haywire, overloading the lights above their heads and making them burst in a shower of sparks. After the lights burst however, Rhys went still, her chest heaving, sweat forming on her forehead, her gasps were wheezy and light, it was obvious she was struggling.

"S-Sam.." She whispered, glancing up at Arabella, her eyes open wide, as she stared at her. "S-sam.. Grigori.. can you get him?" She asked, gasping for breath, her eyes finding Arabella's again, before she started to cough hard, her eyes shut as she struggled against the coughs.

(Sorry Soph, I'm just going to assume that the message was sent ok?)

Sam apparated, dodgily, as soon as he could after receiving the healer's message about Rhys. He'd not seen her in quite a few weeks while Holidays were on, and had been busy planning what they'd do once they got back to school... now all that looked like it was about to change.

With a small pop he appeared in St. Mungo's' foyer, received some instructions from a rather bored looking witch, and dashed as fast as he could to find Rhys.

When he arrived his face went pale, and his stomach dropped out. It was not a pretty sight, and she was babbling his name inbetween wracking coughs. "Rhys!" He cried out, running to her bedside and grabbing her hand, tears appearing in the corner of his eyes as he realised, given what had been in the news of late, what this probably meant.

Rhys could hear him before she saw him, and she struggled to sit up, to look less weak in front of Sam, she was strong, she was a Gryffindor. Gryffindors were never afraid of something so trivial as the world closing in on them, as everything appearing too bright, even with the lights blasted out from her magic spasms.

"Sam.." She tried to look happy and well, but knew she failed miserably, what with her emerald green skin, that completely coated her body, which had darker patches that marked the spots she had been scratching at herself, long fingernail lines that criss-crossed her skin in revealing patterns, showing how distraught she had been with the Itch.

"Sam.." Rhys was forced into laying position again, her back against the bed, having pushed her pillow off so that she could lay flat. "I'm not feeling well Sam.." Rhys said softly, her speech broken by body wrecking coughs, her emerald tinged face turning a deeper shade of green with each one, her breathing was coming sharper, and harder, as she looked up at Sam, and reached for his hand.