Vice pushed his hand away from the crystalline flask, "That stuff is actually like poison to me, something about me seems to change the effects from that elixor..." He says, which a grunt of pain.
Vice then attempts to get up, clinging to the wall for help, as soon as he gets up, his leg gives out, like a broken cane, and Vice drops like a rock.
Calmly, he re-pocketed the flask, before bending down to grab the injured man's hand. And in a second flash of purple haze, he riftwalked the two of them away.
"We are here," Kassadin said calmly, blinking a little in the harsh glare of the hospital. The Institute of War has...a fine hospital. I am sure...you will be treated well."