Elliot could vaguely make out the sounds of the other students around him all equally ill with this supposed not-poison. He nearly started scratching at his skin to release the heat when he saw the blurry image of their professor coming around with...cups? The professor had given him one and told him to drink. He wasn't even sure what it was he was drinking in this state but he was so hot. Maybe it would make him cool again? He quickly tipped the cup back thankful it didn't taste anything like that last cup he'd ingested. His head was pounding. His favorite class was going to be the death of him.