It takes Hermione a few moments to clamp down on the spasms that wrack her stomach, but in the time it takes, she also manages to calm the panicked workings of her mind a little. She still feels shocky and suffocated by guilt and horror, but Malfoy needs her. He is severely injured and needs help, so she needs to fucking pull herself together. Just then, she hears Malfoy weakly call her name, his voice raw and hoarse, and she flinches at the sound.