611 words. To anyone reading, I had permission to do as much GMing as needed. ^^;
She spoke as if his presence was not necessary, a strange tone to her voice that worried him. Vigilante did not know much of plants or their uses, but he did know that nightshade was not something that should be consumed, and the strange way her body was beginning to act was enough for confirmation. Though his pack had strayed from the human aspects of life, the elders had taught them the effects of many plants and poisons, and he knew a little of how to treat them. Placing his hand on her shoulder, Vigilante searched the area for an answer, trying to remember just how he was meant to treat such a thing. The purpose behind her ingesting the nightshade was obvious, since one only took poison for one reason, and she had done so knowingly. However, if he had believed in fate, he would have called this situation a prime example, since he was not willing to let her die.
Vigilante did not know her from the next person, and he doubted she would appreciate his help once she was feeling better, but he had taken too many lives. Now, it was time to save one. The woman's body was lying rigid on the ground, small convulsions passing through it. Straightening his legs some, he slipped one arm underneath her knees and one underneath her shoulders, gripping her body tightly to his chest as he stood easily. It seemed as if she weighed nothing, but he knew that she was actually dead weight, since she had no control over her own body right then. Since he had already decided on what he needed to do to try and save this strange woman's life, Vigilante held her tightly to his chest and walked quickly in the direction of the water.
Laying her down so that she was very close to the water, but away from the waves, Vigilante searched the area quickly until he came across what seemed like it could hold water, shiny and rusted as it was. Filling it with salt water, Vigilante lifted the woman's head up, placing the cup-like object to her lips. It took some prying, but he was able to pour the water past them. Water was good to use, since it could flush out the poison, he hoped, and the salt water might be even more helpful than expected, since it could easily make her sick and cause her to vomit everything she had previously eaten, including the nightshade. If he could get the poison out of the woman's system before the tendrils of death began to snake around her body and heart, then he could save her; he was more certain of that, and he wanted - no, needed - that.
Repeating the process of filling the can and pouring the water down her throat a few more times, Vigilante focused on her completely. "You will not die," he muttered fiercly. When she came to (and he was so determined to save her that he knew she just had to, and there was no question about it), she would probably question his actions, trying so desperately to save a complete stranger. "It is not your time to die. Whatever happened to make you eat that flower wasn't worth it." He was speaking in vain, hoping she might hear him through her imminent haze. She would not die, because he wouldn't come even remotely close to letting her. For whatever reason, she reminded him so much of his sister. This seemed to be his chance to make up for what he had needed to do with Martyr. This one, she would be saved.