He apparates in his bedroom, and her head snaps up from the bed. Instead of calling for her, he calls for Nolly before meeting her stare. He's clutching his left forearm again, and his skin is deathly pale. His eyes are swollen, and a purplish bruise flourishes underneath his eyes. His lips are dry and chapped, and there's a bead of sweat trickling down his forehead. Draco walks to her. "What happened?'