Oh my gooooaad...

Oliver's head was KILLING him! The room continued to spin and he knew he was in no fit state to attempt to make a run for it. The Calming Draught had worked, mind you, because he would have been off down the corridor and on his way to the dungeons by now, injured or not, under usual circumstances.

When Cam grabbed his arm, he had no choice but to comply. 'Sit', 'stay'? Why were these people all talking to him like he was a crup? Pffft. He sat back down on the bed, his pained and scared expression hidden by his injuries, and took the potion from Moretti and drank.

Blehh... gross tasting stuff.

He glanced at Trixie and then at Cam and was about to ask Moretti if he could go now, when the she said she was going to set his nose. He swallowed and held out the empty vial to her. That didn't sound like it would be a pleasant experience. “Is it bad?” He asked her, his voice thick from drinking that foul potion. “I'm not going to be left disfigured, am I?” He shot Trix an accusing look before looking back at Moretti.