Drake, I need you to hold him while I talk to the spirit for help. She said not even magic can help here
Drake: *a small fireball appears in his hand and he put it at Caleb's chest* that'll buy us a couple minutes
Ok thanks... Drake, I need you to burn this, it will make a liquid, don't spill a drop, put it into this flask -hands it to you- and make him drink it
Drake: I know what to do *makes it and punches Caleb in the jaw* it makes it go down easier of his jaw is broken *pours it down his throat*
Drake: *punches Caleb's gut* Caleb: *coughs and the blood spilling out his arm turns red* Drake: *heals Caleb's wounds*