Draco’s eyes flicked from Harry’s wound to his face, and he was alarmed to find his complexion becoming increasingly grey. His green eyes were staring unseeingly at the nights sky above them. Fuck - fuck, no! He didn’t know what to do - he had blood-replenishing potions, but if he stopped casting then Harry would only continue to bleed out.  Fuck! What was he meant to do?! He needed help! He needed it desperately.