Draco woke up, his head slightly dazed as he shot his eyes open and sat up on the bed slowly, with a low groan leaving his mouth. His limbs were still aching even after rest, the aftermath of the lethal dark magic coursing through his veins inflicted by the shadow bane dagger.
As he regained his composure and recalled the incident that led to his unconscious state, he heard Rama's voice from beside him, making him tilt his head to the side to meet her sitting on the edge of the bed.
"Are you feeling well?" She asked with a hoarse voice, making the realization that she had cried hit him.
"Rama." He called as he impulsively held both of her delicate hands in his, apologetic eyes boring into hers.
"What happened to you?" She asked.
Her countenance was oddly neutral and her voice was surprisingly calm, but behind all that composed facade, he could easily decipher the broken fragments of her heart suppressed beneath it.
