Voldemort sat next to the person who was apparently unconscious. He turned her around and shoved the big hood out of her face. It was one of his Death Eaters, he had already recognized that from the cape, but he hadn't reckoned with the knowledge he made when he uncovered the face of the person.
Severus Snape lay lifeless in front of him. The eyes closed and even paler than it was his way anyway. His breath was very shallow and irregular. Voldemort felt for his wrist to look for a pulse. He had to search a long time to find one. He was barely felt.
His clothes, which he was wearing under his coat, were soaked, despite the many layers. Voldemort noticed that his skin, which was normally freezing cold, was glowing with heat. He had been out here much too long.
Voldemort carefully took the unconscious man up and went back the way he had come as quickly as possible, then apparated to Riddle Manor.
Arriving there, he laid his protégé on one of the beds and removed the dripping wet clothes.
Only now did the extent of his injuries become apparent. Several deep cuts on his chest, undoubtedly coming from the Sectumsempra, soaked the bed sheets blood-red.
Of course he knew the counter spell. But he showed no effect. The wounds broke open again as soon as they had closed and continued to bleed with unchanged strength. He must have been forced to put on a potion that prevented them from closing.
With the numerous hematomas strewn over his body, Voldemort immediately realized that he had not only once received the Crutiatus curse.
Voldemort sat down on the edge of the bed and desperately lowered his head. What had he done to deserve it? Of all who had been on the mission, he had done the most damage.
What worried him the most was his helplessness. He did not have the means to help Severus Snape. He could not even go to a pharmacy to get the necessary ingredients or deliver him to St. Mungos. With that he would hand himself over to the aurors of the ministry. Neither could he send one of his followers.
But he couldn't let Severus die from his injuries either. He connected too much with him, even if he didn't know.
Voldemort knew that he had to act quickly. Severus would die within minutes from his injuries and the enormous loss of blood.
He had only one option. And that was risky. He took off his wide cape and wrapped his protégé with some blankets in here. Then he left the property for the second time that evening and apparated.