Draco took the cup and sipped from it with relief. it soothed his throat and washed away some of the foul vomit aftertaste. His vision was still a little blurry, but it was clearing gradually with every moment that passed.
He wasn't altogether sure what he was doing there. He remembered a lot of noise, and a sound like bone crunching. Then his mother's voice. Or had he dreamed that part? "What happened?" he asked, very low, sipping from the cup without meeting his father's eyes.