She swallowed twice, opening her mouth again in an effort to ask some much needed questions before Blaise shushed her again. "Hermione, just listen to my voice. You're okay. You've been badly injured, but you're okay now. You're in a safe place. I have to get - fuck. Shit. Hermione. Can you open your eyes for me, please? Look at me, honey." Her brow furrowed again at the pet name, but she had greater things to concern herself with than telling Blaise off for being overly familiar. Injured? Is that why she felt like her entire body was crackling with electricity? She felt a hand against her face and was momentarily confused (how could the hand be at her face and also holding her own hand?) before she remembered that people typically had two of those. Groaning internally at her entirely useless brain, she made an effort to open her eyes again. The blinding brightness from before be damned. Squinting against the pounding in her head, she fought with everything she had to peek an eye open. She barely caught a glimpse of a shadowy figure hovering over her before her lid slammed shut again, fighting to protect her retinas from the scorching light.