All he was capable of doing was hold back the flood threatening to flow from his eyes, bite down on his lip to prevent the cries from tearing them apart, and take quick, painful breaths from the sidelines. The longer Madam Pomfrey worked on Hermione, the more he was struggling to hold his tongue. "Please save her," he murmured. "I can't lose her. Save her – above all else. Please save her. I can't lose her..."