He had no idea what she was talking about—perhaps she was going crazy, which would at least explain what was happening right now. He shook his head again and coughed, feeling how his body was getting weaker with every second that passed; the darkness chasing him to welcome him in its arms. Darkness Theo could no longer run away from. And when the drops of crimson blood landed on Granger's sweater again, she twisted the knife another time and he gasped loudly, his gaze focused on Draco's eyes, looking for compassion, for help. For anything that would even remotely remind him of the man he used to know. 