Radagast comes back in. I turn to him. In his hands were a cluster of potions and herbs. He sits me up. I wince. There's this dizziness in my hand that I cannot shake nor describe. The air around me feels heavy. He starts removing my bandages. I look at my wound. It looks like rotting flesh on a dead carcass. I almost faint. I wince.

"Oh dear... this is powerful magic indeed." Radagast touches it.

I let out a painful cry as blood purges out of my mouth.

"Sorry. Sorry. But this is going to hurt." He says.

He pours something onto my wounds. I try not to scream but the scream forces its way out. He starts dusting them with something. Blood spills from my mouth as I cough it up. He hands me a bowl where the blood will go. 

"Thanks." I pant.

"It is almost done boy." He says.

I nod. I am relieved to know the searing pain will soon stop to an extent. There's a loud ringing in my ears. I hear screaming and I see flashing image of a figure dancing. Grappling her own skin. It is a lot to bear. Finally, I feel him bandage it. I let out a sigh of relief, but there still is burning pain. It feels like fire roasting my own flesh and blood.

"That should slow down the infection while I think." He says.

"I must still stay here? I have to get back." I stand up.