A part of his brain went back to his potions knowledge and how Severus was always going on and on about bezoar stones. He supposed that the Healer was pretty and knew a thing or two about what he was doing.
The other part of him was in too much pain too comment on any of that. He gripped the sheets. Only his upbringing was stopping him from screaming in pain.
He tried to remember what he knew about the potion, which wasn't much, but he knew what he was feeling, and the negative feelings were overwhelming. He needed to concentrate on pleasant things. The healer would do just fine. "Only if you tell me your," he answered, trying to smile, before groaning. "Regulus Black." He heard his two escorts gasp, but ignored them.