immediately pulled out a few threads that must have been pulled inside by a claw. He gently grabbed the thigh and spread the torn edges of the injury. All the while, Bleist kept glancing at the dragon. Draco watched his next steps carefully, trying not to move. It helped that the sergeant was holding him tightly.
The master poured out the entire contents of the flask, trying to rinse out everything that could have gotten inside. However, the pain the dragon felt was acceptable, and he did not even wince. A lot of blood had already flowed out, which worried the reptile a little, but he did not even try to speak. Darius poured out the alcoholic decoction, causing Draco a wave of very unpleasant stinging. Then a coagulating mixture landed in the wound, causing sudden foaming. The blood stopped flowing.
-How are the horses?- shouted the sergeant, raising his head.
-They'll make it to the manor.- One of the soldiers came closer.
-In that case, let's hurry.- Darius took out a bandage.- The mixture will work for a quarter of an hour at most.
