She didn't want to know, but she had to as she cast a diagnostic charm on herself. Massive damage, death by exsanguination imminent. Cissy grit her teeth as she pulled out a blood replenishment potion from her robes and downed it, and decided to also take the Brimstone potion along with a narcotic pain killer. Narcissa felt her magic compress itself down and concentrate, blood vessels rupturing in her sclera and eardrums, turning her eyes red and blood trickling out of one ear as her muscles tensed with a buildup of energy at the cost of her own longevity. Either this will kill me now, or let me live long enough to save her.