#spell backfire

Whatever the Spell is set... lets get this over with..

A little bit of fresh herbs, a bit of whiskey, some honey, some tea, some advil. A little bit of something there. He had tried nearly everything but he still felt sick, still felt miserable and it was only getting worse. He knew magic was dangerous and if one wasn't careful certain spells could come with a price as high as death. He had never experienced it first hand though, not like he was now. To this point he was convinced the immortality spell was going to be the end of him. He had written it. He had studied it. It should have worked. Why hadn't it? Because that kind of power didn't truly exist in his grasps. Throwing his head back, Adam let the whiskey chase down some herbs as he sat in between the couch and the coffee table on the floor. He had his heat turned up to eighty and was still wrapped in a blanket. He had barely been able to take any solid food down and he just wanted to curl up in his bed and sleep, but that would have involved him having to move. What had he gotten himself in? "Just take the pain away. Just let me survive this and I swear I will never touch another spell book... not a dark one at least..." He mumbled to himself letting his forehead rest against the coffee table.