It's a fantasy role-playing game.

DM: You are Vax Vax'ildan, a half-elf rogue . You are the member of the famous group of adventurers. Previously, The creatures then approach and attack you with their longswords, the second horror striking true with its two strikes. Cassandra clutches her bleeding throat, not unconscious yet but barely clinging to life.
DM: Well, you have to roll to heal. You pull back, and it's a really unsettling thing as you pull up her head to try and feed her the potion.
Player: It's 2d4?
DM: It's just a regular healing potion?
Player: Yeah, regular. It's the lowest of the rung. Moderate? I think it's called moderate?
DM: Sorry, got it right here. That's 2d4 plus two.
Player: So four. Six. And then I want to step in front of her, between her and that one, and then stab the one.
DM: Okay, as you take the potion, it's a messy process. You get most of it in her, but some of it drips on the ground, but the wound seems to close. All the blood goes away on the ground around her neck from the splashing of the potion, which has vanished entirely, and you can see she's (gasping).
