You gasped when you saw the wound. It was yellow, black, and green. The skin had already started to rot away. The smell was overwhelming. You prodded the skin with your wand but it only seemed to make it worse. You bit your lip.
"(Y/n), he's losing too much blood. He will die unless you seal this and we get him a transfusion." Ramsay said in your ear.
"Do I look like a blood bank?" You hissed.
Ramsay stood, resting his eyes on Sansa. "Have a job for you. Nearest hospital. You will need..." He poked the man's bleeding leg and licked his bloodied finger, "no less than two bags type O pos." Ramsay looked up at Sansa, "NOW!"
Sansa snapped to and disappeared on the spot.
"How'd you do that?" You asked, peering at Ramsay, turning back to Andrew, trying to think of what to do.
"I'm a vampi
