"Tamblin… Tamblin, wake up. You have to stay awake. You can't sleep. Come on, I need your help."
Tamblin opened his eyes just a fraction. Cascata had one hand pressing on the cut on his leg to try and stop the bleeding. Her other was lightly slapping his face in a way he was sure he'd resent when he felt up to it.
"Come on, Tamblin. You don't get to get out of this like that."
Tamblin pointed weakly at the desk.
"First aid… kit…"
Cascata placed one of Tamblin's hands on his leg and tried to get him to take over staunching the blood. Then she tore the desk apart until she found the small satchel with a few potions in it. These she quickly inventoried until she found what she wanted.
She brought over three vials. The first she poured over the wound and it sealed up almost immediately.
"That vial of phoenix tears probably cost as more than most families make in a year, didn't it?"
Tamblin tried to smile.
"Are you saying it was a bad investment?" He asked weakly.
The second vial she forced Tamblin to drink. Had he had more strength they might have had quite a fight about that, as it was the most rancid tasting thing he could imagine. Cascata watched him carefully and seemed pleased.
"Your color looks a little better. You were getting very pale, even for you."
She handed him the third potion and told him to carefully only take half. He drank half of it and handed it back.
"Why half?"
"The rest is for me," she said and drained it. "Calming draught."
Tamblin managed to sit up. He felt still weak but he didn't think he was going to pass out again.
"What do we do now," Cascata said.
"I have to get you back to Hogwarts."
"But how?"
"I have the means," Tamblin said. The look on his face was not one of relief.