Despite the situation, a small smile spread to his lips. He grabbed a soft rag from the bedside table, and very softly tried to get some of the blood away from Harry's nose and mouth. "There's no dying in my hospital. At least not while I am you healer." He got up again, adding the last ingredient to a second potion. He took it to Harry, sitting on the edge of his bed. "Now, I need you to drink this as well. It doesn't taste like anything, but the consistency is uncomfortable. I need you drink at least half of this for me, okay?" He asked, obviously being worried, but trying to stay calm.