"Bloody fucking... hold still," she grumbled, wrenching her hand out of his grasp and casting the charm. "Could have killed yourself," she muttered, her eyes flitting over the display. Thankfully, his brain looked no worse than before, but she still summoned a pain potion with a flick of her wand. It was easier to be angry; if she thought for more than a second about Draco being tortured for her, about herself firing the spell that killed Bellatrix, she was going to lose it. 