"What - what the  fuck Harry! What’s happening!!?" he heard him cry, but it was like listening to someone through a tin can connected by string, "Fuck -  fuck! It’s okay, it’s okay," Draco soothed, his shushing voice shaking as he stroked a trembling finger down Harry’s cheek, "I’ve got this, you’re okay," he was scrambling for something with the hand that wasn’t caressing Harry, "You’re okay -  vulnera  sanentur!" Harry felt the wound at his neck twitch and tingle, "vulnera sanentur," a strange pinching sensation began working its way up and down his neck, "Vulnera sanentur! Come on,  fuck, please!!  Vulnera sanetur!"