Draco instantly knew his mother’s voice – it was one of the most beautiful and soothing voices in the world and the very voice he wanted - needed - to hear in that moment. “Mum…” He tried to speak in an airy, cracked voice that only caused him to sputter blood and cough again, wincing as the cough rocked through his body forcing movement where now only pain remained. He tried to open his one, fairly working eye and noticed the light and how it cast an almost angelic hue on the soft figure of his mother.
As she held the vial to his lips he drank as much as he could, the potion spilling some from his mouth as he nearly gaped his mouth like a fish out of water. But enough potion did get in that he felt a warming and somewhat numbing feeling wash over his body, essentially, dulling the pain – for the moment, anyway.
“I’m sorry…” he managed to sputter out, his voice still quite airy and hoarse and his breathing still laboured.