Draco moaned as the apparation crack signaling Alecto’s departure resonated in his barely conscious ears. His entire body seared in pain and he was having trouble breathing due to several cracked ribs and a single punctured lung. He had an inkling that the wards would have gone off, but he couldn’t see well enough between the swelling, blood and darkness to know for sure. Lacerations from fists and walls littered his head and shoulders and face and the swelling had already forced one of his eyes into complete incomprehensible sight and he was covered thoroughly in his own sweat and blood. But he couldn’t stay there and he tried to pull himself upright but the brutal pain shot through his body and he fell back to the ground after accomplishing merely a few inches. Upon falling back, he grunted and coughed as he winced in agony and closed his eyes in an attempt to calm and quell the pounding pain.