I checked her vitals, and she still seemed like she might or might not make it. I'm no mediwitch, I'm not trained to decide who can be saved and who should be left to... Pulling my hand away from her neck, my skin stuck to hers and pulled away in a grotesque manner. If I had jerked my hand away too fast, I might have torn her flesh off. Dark red blood the consistency of molasses tried to drip from my fingers, and I tried to wipe it off on the floor. My hands were still coated with the thick, viscous blood. Cringing, I cast scourgify at my hand and felt relieved at the sensation of scoured, dry skin. It felt like I exfoliated my hands with pumice, leaving the skin pink and raw, but at least it was clean.