The calm young witch had a few kind words (it was a novelty indeed to be called sir by anyone), and Natty smiled, appreciating her bedside manner. He accepted the offered potion rather clumsily with his non-dominant hand, and drank it for the pain. The sting was pretty intense, but Natty had felt worse — and his overriding feeling was guilt at causing trouble by sitting here and bleeding away on Ministry premises.

"A doxy bite", he confirmed. Once his hand had been unwrapped from the rag he'd wrapped it up in, she'd see it had been a pretty deep bite. "I am feeling a bit... foggy", he admitted, wondering if that was doxy venom taking effect.