"Granger?" His voice is urgent, but she just sits there and breathes for a moment, feeling violated and still radiating pain, her eyes staring blindly at the cell wall opposite her, her brain frozen in what she thinks dully might be shock. She lifts her hands shakily to cradle her breasts which ache and hurt so much, and pulls her knees up towards her chest, hunching forward a little and letting out a whimpering sob. "Granger? I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I – I didn't – I shouldn't – I just reacted...it seemed like the best way to... Fuck. Shit. Granger, are you...are you...?"