Room 1
The grey pallor had faded from his features, and his breathing has shifted to deeper patterns. Not as shallow as before. Draco's eyes fluttered awake, unsure of where he was for a moment, and very groggy still from the remnants of morphine. He shifted a little, and then there was a small moan as pain flared. He slowly peered down at himself, lots of blankets, and something seemed wrong with his left shoulder, and stomach. And Miniver was sleeping draped over him.
Where? Seemed to be his room, one of them.
What happened? He was having a bit trouble remembering that right this second, and debating on sleeping some more. And bugger did it hurt.
Where? Seemed to be his room, one of them.
What happened? He was having a bit trouble remembering that right this second, and debating on sleeping some more. And bugger did it hurt.