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The tears are held back for the moment. There is no place for them and she is strong, when she needs to be. For him.

There is only the whisper. "Viktor." And the tracing of a soft hand on his arm. She looks heartbroken.

Magius nods as the man settles on the bed.

He sets up the monitors and then nods.

"THis will monitor his vitals and keep him steady. If you need anything further... well. I will see if I can find a doctor, alright?"

He smiles at both of them. I am sure he will eb alright."

he bows and hurries out.

Angie stands back, watching Thea, her arms crossed over her chest and biting her lip.

"Thea... are you alright?"

"What do you think?" The smaller girl almost snapped, defaulting to hurt at the last second.

"What if he doesn't wake up?"

She ignores the snapping. She'd be the same way if it was Harry lying in that bed. Even the thought of that makes her feel sick to the stomach.

"He'll wake up," she says firmly.

A month ago, she'd have believed it. Blind faith, hope. Back then she was different.

"I'm sure you are right." The darkness of her eyes burned in the paleness of her face.

Faith doesn't always let you down.

Viktor opens his eyes.

"Viktor?" It's a gasp. A plea.

She takes a step forward, carefull to avoid the machines, but she doesn;t say anything. She just wants to see that he's really awake.

His eyes track around the room, getting his bearings, taking it all in. They take note of the women, resting for a moment on each of them.

He raises a hand and points, vaguely.

"Ange...lina?" he says first, sounding uncertain, and then, "Thea..."

"Yes. Thea." All the strength fades and there are tears. Dark is worringly quiet, but she's not thinking about that at all right now.

"Do you..." She swallowed heavily, tears dripping from the new sharp angles of her face. "...remember me?"

He frowns, apparently trying to recall.

"I wrote you a letter..."

"You didn't send it." Her voice is a whisper. Hoarse.

"I thought you were dead."

"Somebody took it," he says, remembering. "It didn't get sent."

His voice sounds different than before.

Angie, who has been watching the two of them in silence, feeling like a third wheel and thinking about leaving them in peace, frowns and cuts in.

"Who took it? Why would they take it?"

He glances at Angie.

"Death Eater."

Well, that didn't sound good. Thea frowned, stepping closer.

"Death...eater?"

For a moment she says nothing as she processes the information.

"Death Eaters are what the followers of You Know Who call themselves. They're the ones that carry out the killings and torture."

To Viktor she says "is that who did this to you?"

He frowns, looks away.

"Sorry no..." Thea blinked. You know who? "I don't know who."

Her hand drifted towards Viktor's. But she was hesitant, not the same either.

She swallows and makes herself say it.

"Voldemort."

"Volde-who?" More blinking. Clearly the girl needs educatin'.

Viktor winces at the sound of the name, and gives Angie a wary look.

To Thea, he mutters, "Maybe later."

She frowns and bites her lip when he looks at her like that. She figures it has something to do with their last meeting and serves to make her feel more awkward.

"I should go," she says to no one in particular.

"Feel better Viktor."

"Mm," he says, vaguely, and gives her a half-wave.

When she's gone, he rests his head back on the pillow, his hand brushing Thea's.