The urge to force the witch away from him was nearly overwhelming and it was only Mr Weasley’s calming hand on his shoulder that kept him in his seat. He was redoing the buttons on his shirt when the other Healer (Silas, a small voice reminded him) returned, and beckoned to them all. He must have said something - his lips had moved - but Draco’s ears weren’t interest. There was only one voice he wanted to hear.