not been severed.
-It'll need stitches,- the boy grimaced. He didn't like it, but he had gotten used to it. -Is there anything to disinfect it?- he asked, looking at the jagged wound.- A coagulating potion would also be useful, because it's bleeding too much.- He looked at his hand and tried to wipe it at least a little on his cloak. He reached for his thigh.
The master grabbed the dragon by the wrist. The mage stopped rummaging through the bag of medicines, and the soldiers who were trying to control their horses also stopped. The sergeant almost tripped while carrying another toolbox and three canteens.
-I know it's not the cleanest, but I'll wash the wound later.- The boy looked at his dusty hand with dissatisfaction.- I'd rather there be nothing left inside.
-Wait, maybe I'll find something for the pain.- Darius was as pale as a sheet.
-Maybe it will kick in in a moment. - The non-commissioned officer knelt down beside him, grimacing at the sight of the wound. - After a fight, you often don't feel anything.
-It's not that bad. - The reptile smiled crookedly. - Sometimes it was worse. At least now I won't have to stitch it up myself.
Bleist finally pulled out a transparent bottle with a slightly iridescent liquid.
-Don't move, Draco. - The master clumsily uncorked the container, and the smell of alchemically refined alcohol and some herbs spread around. - We're not far from the manor. We'll close the wound and get back as soon as possible so that a medic can take care of you.
-This is going to hurt, - muttered the sergeant, opening the flask. He also turned pale.
-As I said, it had been worse. - The dragon's hearing returned, leaving only a faint dullness. He didn't like what was happening, but he turned slightly and remained still. Bleist rinsed his hands.-I'll try to do it quickly.- Darius looked really concerned. He reached for the leg and first tore the trouser leg above and below to make it easier to access the wound. He
