As the night wound down, feeling pleasantly hazy (though not drunk - he couldn't afford to get well and truly pissed), Blaise found himself thinking back on the day he'd had after Draco's early morning visit. He had joined Theo in the lab after breakfast, after ensuring Hermione was deeply asleep. He had watched Theo pull ingredients from his shelves for what felt like hours, helping to cross reference their known and unknown properties in both magical and Muggle medical journals. Blaise, who only had a passable knowledge of advanced potions and a complete lack of same in the relationship between ingredients and magical/Muggle patients, had ducked out of the room silently when Theo began brewing a test batch of Muggle-friendly, and non-addictive, ingredients. He had wandered the Manor aimlessly until Daisy had shooed him outside, demanding that he go for a run or a broom ride, before returning to Hermione's side. He had watched her sleep (like an absolute fucking cuck) until Theo had arrived to administer her evening dose of pain potion. He had listened to Theo mutter about the dangers of giving her a third dose, promising himself, Hermione, and Blaise that he would have something new to give her by morning. Unwilling to leave her side until he had to, Blaise had lingered until Daisy had informed him of Draco's arrival. He knew his behavior projected his (entirely unrequited) feelings for the unconscious woman, but he couldn't make himself stay away. He couldn't stand the idea of her waking up alone and in pain.