one. - He shook a larger dark glass bottle. - Fonita healing potion in half an hour, no later. You need to add three drops of this other one to it. - He showed him a much smaller vial. - It's a painkiller and a sleeping drug. It will allow you to rest peacefully and sleep through the worst of it. Despite my efforts, alchemical preparations and, I suppose, the healing touch of our priest, the pain will be excruciating. By morning, your leg will be as good as new, but the night will be a nightmare. - The doctor smiled, seemingly sincerely. - Now my duties to Her Ladyship call, so I will check on you later. - The doctor left without saying goodbye to anyone.
-How are you feeling?- The master approached the bed. He no longer looked as frightened as before, but he was more tired.
-It hurts a little, but it's not bad.- The dragon glanced at the priest and lowered his voice.- I told you I've been through worse.- He repeated once again.- Even without all this, it would have healed.
Darius did not reply, only frowned with concern.
-Doctor Morrison will not be pleased if he finds you still awake.- The priest also approached the dragon. He looked at the wound, examining the meticulous stitches. -It shouldn't hurt, but try not to move.
Sommenfell held his hand over the injury and began to recite spells. Draco felt warmth flowing first from the healer's hand and then into his body. His thigh slowly began to warm up, which was a strange but pleasant sensation. Later, the warmth began to travel upwards, stopping at his slightly sore back, spine and lungs. His organs were quickly filled with healing energy, which flowed towards his head and ended its journey in the dragon's ears and eyes. The priest finished his incantations and staggered.
-You should have told the doctor that it's not just your leg that's the problem. - The clergyman shook his head disapprovingly.
-Draco?- The master looked at his student menacingly.
-The rest didn't bother me...-
