Tom apparates to his workbench, pulling potions left and right from his shelves, and pops back. Morgana is against the wall at this point. Hundreds of cuts are for sure to be causing more internal bleeding. Tom forces her to drink by holding her nose and mouth shut. She isn’t in her right mind or she wouldn’t be fighting him on this. Her nails dig into his arms, scratches that are going to leave marks. Her magic is potent in the air and he can feel it surrounding him thickly, it's almost near-drowning.