Keeping his attention split between what he was looking for and the man that he was meant to be fixing to make sure nothing drastically turned for the worst, Sebastian continued to dig through the cabinet. Once he found the three different vials he was looking for, he turned back with them to put them on the table next to the chair. It wasn't as ideal as the bed, but it was better than the floor. He could make that work.
Once everything was laid out, he picked up one that was a dark pink color and held it out. "Drink this," he instructed. "If it's the wrong thing, it won't have any harmful effects, and if it's the right thing it'll eliminate one of the possibilities."
Ignatius kept his eyes on Sebastian as he prepared what he was doing. Which really didn't do much for his nerves, but there was little to be done about that. Reaching for the potion, and grimacing at the moment, he eyed it for a moment. Well, at least he wasn't going to die from this one. "Cheers," he said with a mock toast, and downed it. Which was a very bad idea when you had join pain. He really needed to stop trying to move more than he needed to. He waited a few seconds. "Is it meant to work immediately? I don't feel any different."