It was only as I approached the bed that I realized I had made a bad mistake. I could have tied her up and then dealt with my wounds in less time than it had taken me to prepare the potion. And my wounds were demanding immediate attention. Already they were bothering my mind, making me make mistakes, and it was getting worse. I started debating stopping and tying her up. It took me all too long to realize that switch plans was a bad idea, and that debating a switch was worse. I had to focus and act. But it was getting hard to focus.
But I managed it. I crept on top of the bed and on top of her, and started to pour the potion into her mouth. She chocked and spit much of it out, but she swallowed! There, she was mine! I would make her drink the rest of it just to be on the safe side, but I was already sure she would love me and do everything to make me happy.
That is when she slapped me. And as I was recovering from the shock, she slugged me or at least tried to. The room was after all pitch black and she was now a drow and could not see in it... So her blows were mostly missing, and were just glancing blows when she did hit. But why was a woman so in love with me attacking at all? That potion should have made her love absolutely the first man she saw ... The first she SAW? [We drow do tend to forget how blind you surface folk can be.] Yes, that would be it. The fire was outside this room and there was no light to see by, and thus no way for the potion to work. Another mistake I would not have made if I had a clear mind.
Well, this was easily corrected. I just had to open the door wide open and she could see me, and thus love me. So get out of the bed, a task made easier and harder by her kicking me out of bed and flat onto the floor [and on the side away from the door of course]. A sensible lass [when I would have much preferred a scatterbrained fool], she grabbed a club and started swinging it in my general direction. At least her blindness made that less dangerous than it could have been, but I still had to get to that door, and let in the light I normally wanted to avoid. Getting around her and avoiding her hitting me by accident was not going to be easy, and of course I had to be silent or it would not be by accident. And I was feeling even more woozy. I could not wait much longer or I would be down due to blood loss.
A quick toss of my dagger made a noise to her left and of course she started swinging in that direction. So I now had room to get by her to her right. Now I was only a step or two from the door and could quickly open it and light up the ...
The room was dark, not quite perfect darkness, but the fire I had seen earlier was practically out. Now I suddenly remembered. Not wanting the sleeper to notice a sudden light, I had put it out, not quite totally, but enough that the open door would not be a square of light. I had blundered again. There was not enough light to set off the potion and my idea had been folly from the start. Now wh...
That is when everything went black, even by drow standards.

I woke to entirely too much light, and to the most beautiful face I had ever seen. The fact this face was that of a blond human raised alarm bells of course, but I was worried about how I could protect her, not of this insane attraction for what had to be a deadly enemy.
"Lie still." a wonderful voice commanded, "You are badly hurt."
I had no intention of disobeying this center of my life, and I could not even if I wanted to. My attempt to sweep her into my arms ended with one arm barely halfway there, Whether she then forced it back to my side or gently lowered it, preventing it from falling, it failed of its objective.
Or maybe not. SHE, the joy of life, moved closer.
"You need to sleep" she insisted, "Or at least rest. Now I will answer some of the questions you are likely wondering about, but there will be plenty of time later for your story and mind. Relax as much as you can." Just how I was to do that when she was sliding her body forward until it was right next to mine at first was a major question. My first response was to try to roll over on top of her. "No." she commanded, sounding almost as sorry as I felt, "That will have to wait. You would hurt yourself." Dying in her arms seemed tremendously desirable, but if she insisted... I did not resist her pushing me back onto my back. I had not gotten far off the floor anyway ... the stone hard cold floor... Instantly I was panicked that that mean this darling [who was nude, a fact I had ignored until now, until she was in danger of catching cold,] was also being exposed to that floor too, and that must not happen.