When they rounded the corner, the middle of the stone circle was cushioned with the blanket and covered with the white bedsheet. Carefully, Harry placed his servant in the middle. Severus was hoarse by now but still obviously in pain. No wonder since the skin of part of his body and face were seared off. The potion had hit his torso, cheek and neck. His forehead had suffered but a few drops. Fortunately, his eyes were entirely unharmed. The rest was dripping with blood, they his liver was pulsing and they could count his rips. Harry was even able to see Severus teeth through the hole in his cheek. His muscles and sinews stood out from his neck where the skin had been burned away. A part of the teenager seemed to disassociate. A funny thought – I wonder if the robots at amusement parks look like this on the inside – came unbidden to his head. Tom snapping his fingers in front of Harry's face brought him back to the present.