"I need – I think I need the bathroom again," Draco mumbled, blinking up at Hermione blearily as she set the emptied bowl of broth on the bedside table. She sighed and brushed her hair back, tugging the bedcovers off him and helping him sit up, her mouth tightening when Draco made a rough little sound of pain as his sleepy head lolled and then jerked up. He shouldn't be out of bed, she thought desperately, he should be resting. But try telling him that. He was a terrible bloody patient and Hermione supposed she shouldn't be surprised, considering what he was like when he was well.