He found the third floor and stepped onto the floor looking around. No one was crying. He could see a few people milling around. He approached the desk.
"Mr. Othello Prince?" a voice asked from his right side. He turned and found himself facing a healer.
"Yes?"
"I am Healer Shile. I was told to keep a watch for you."
"Hermione? Is she alright?"
"This way, sir. She's in here," the healer led Severus to a room. Hermoine was resting on the bed, her eyes closed. Severus watched her a minute sighing in relief she was breathing and appeared alright.
"She was extremely worried about us contacting you."
"How is she?"
"She'll be alright, in time. Mrs. Snape is a very smart woman, Mr. Prince. She ingested a bezoar before she managed to floo here."
"A bezoar, she thought she had been poisoned." Severus frowned. Should he have followed up on his worry about poison? She had obviously experienced something to lead her to the same conclusion.
"Sev?" she whispered, half conscious. Severus held still, wanting to run to her side. He was still in disguise.
"Hermione, I'm here," he whispered walking over to her. "Othello, remember?" She opened her eyes and nodded.
"Othello, thank Merlin. They managed to contact you?"
"I found myself here on my own. What happened, Hermione?" She looked up at him. He sat in the chair next to the bed. She slid her hand into his.
"I started feeling really sick, sicker than before. I remembered how," she paused looking at the healer.
"I'll leave you two for a minute to see if the results came back," he said excusing himself from the room. Hermione sighed when the door closed.
"I think someone's poisoning me, I was really sick, I couldn't stand. I crawled to lab, apparently I cut myself up, but I found the bezoar, I ate it, but it didn't help, and then my stomach started hurting really bad. I managed to floo here. How did you find me?"
"I got home, saw you gone, saw the blood on the lab floor, the open drawer. You knocked over the floo powder, I did a spell to see where the last person had flooed. I followed you. You're right, you are being poisoned, but not poison. Amortentia."
"A love potion?"
"Yes. I smelled it on your coffee cup." Hermione's eyes widened trying to piece together everything. A knock on the door pulled the couple's attention.
"It's Healer Shile, may I come in?"
"Enter." Severus schooled his face back to his usual passive look. Hermione didn't even try to hide her shocked expression.
"Mrs. Snape, the results from the tests we ran are back." He looked at Severus.
"He stays. He...he's family." The healer nodded.
"We found a love potion in your system. Did you knowingly drink it?" She shook her head.
"I would refrain from drinking any potions, Mrs. Snape."
"Love potions make people sick?" Severus asked pretending he didn't have a mastery in potions.
"Not usually, this one negatively interacted with the magic of Mrs. Snape's unborn child." Severus gripped the arms of the chair looking at Hermione in disbelief.
"Child?!" They both said.