She stumbled back from the door, clutching at Draco half-blindly, frantic with worry. "Oh my god, oh Merlin – Draco, you've – you've been shot. Shit, are – are you all right?" There was blood staining his leathers and seeping in runnels down his arm, dripping onto the floor by his feet, and he was white as a sheet and his skin looked faintly blue-tinged. That couldn't be good.