Drake startled awake, unaware that he had fallen asleep for a short amount of time. He looked up and saw that he had led a trail of blood into the cave. 

"D***, that can't be good," he muttered to himself. He tried to stand up but strength failed him. "This must be what dying feels like." 

He slumped back over and looked at a few of his wounds. They needed binding.He made a decision and guessed that it was bad but he didn't care. He took the cloth from his arm and unwrapped it. The last mage had used some sort of magic to bind and injure his leg. Unfortunately, the mage tried to close in and ended up loosing his powers for just enough time for Drake to send him reeling into unconsciousness. He didn't know that it had cut into his calf muscle. He wrapped it instead and let the light shine on his wrist. it was a bit dimmer now, but not by much. He figured if he couldn't move and there was a slight trail of blood coming here, there was no point in hiding it anymore.