My eyes fluttered open. Everything was hazy as I tried to piece together exactly where I was and how I had got here. There was a sound to my right and I turned my head toward the noise, wincing in pain.

"Welcome back Granger." Draco's drawl was easily recognizable, but it left me further confused.

I tried ask him where I was, but all that came out was a raspy sound.

"Here, drink this." He handed me a glass with a straw and I sipped gratefully.

Clearing my throat, I tried again. "What happened?"

Concern crossed his face. "Do you remember coming to the hospital?"

Now that he said it, I did, but I was still very confused about why I was the one lying in the hospital bed. Which immediately got me panicking over Charlie. "Yes, yes, I remember all that. But why am I laying here and where is Charlie?"

Draco came to stand at the side of my bed and waved his wand over me, clearly looking for something. "Charlie is still here and he's showing signs of improvement. It seems you were so worried about him that you neglected yourself. Which I must say that in your condition I am quite surprised you did so. I expected you to be more protective. Whatever the case, you have nothing to worry about. I fixed you up and both you and the baby are just fine."

My eyes widened. "Baby?"

I saw a look of embarrassment cross Draco's features, but he quickly schooled them into a look of professionalism. "My apologies, I assumed you knew by now. You look to be about eight weeks pregnant."

My hand flew to cover my stomach as I thought back to how awful I had been feeling lately. I wanted to smack myself in the head. Of course! If I hadn't been so worried about the reserve, I would have realized exactly what my symptoms would mean.

My head was swimming with questions as I tried to sort out what was most important, instead they all came out at once. "Is the baby ok? Am I ok? Where is Charlie and when can I see him? Did Jasper call in the Aurors?"

"Whoa there. Slow down a bit. It's not good for you to get stressed out. You've got a bit to catch up on. You and the baby are just fine. At some point you took a hit to the side and you were losing a lot of blood. I got you healed up and gave you a blood replenishing potion, but it was a lot to come back from with the stress of it all and your body needed to heal. You've been out just over a day. Jasper took care of everything. The Aurors came and the reserve has been resecured. There are four members of the Romanian reserve that are helping out temporarily so no need to worry about the dragons. Harry will be by sometime in the next couple days to fill you in on that front. As for Charlie,"

His face turned somber and I braced myself for what he was about to say.

"Head injuries are complicated, even in the wizarding world. He took a really hard hit and he's had a great deal of swelling in his brain. I'm doing everything I can and I'm seeing signs of improvement which is good. It's just going to be a long road while his body heals."

Tears were pouring down my face. The fear I was experiencing now over the safety of this unborn child and the health of my husband was worse than being tortured by Draco's deranged aunt all those years ago. One thing at a time. "I need to see him."

Draco nodded. "I figured as much." He summoned a wheelchair and helped me into it. "You'll need to be careful of that right side of yours. It's mostly healed up but it was a pretty traumatic injury and it's going to be another day or two before you're back to normal."

I nodded and allowed Draco to wheel me to the next room.

Charlie laid there, draped in a crisp white hospital sheet. His head was bandaged heavily and I could see a red spot seeping through.

"I had to make a whole to relieve some of the pressure. I'll be able to close it up once the swelling goes down and you'll never be able to tell it was there."

I nodded as I reached out for Charlie's limp hand. It was large and warm in mine as I had become accustomed to, but it was missing the strength and reassurance it usually held.

My voice was a whisper. "Be honest with me Draco. What happens next?"

"The next 48 hours are critical. I've noticed some improvements, but right now that swelling really needs to come down or he could be looking at permanent damage. He's in a magically induced coma right now. Once the swelling comes down, I can close up the incision and we can start waking him up. Only then will we truly know if there will be any lasting effects. In this case it's very similar to a muggle situation. I can scan all day long and make guesses on how he will be, but we are all human and brains are a complex organ."

I nodded my head solemnly. On another day I would look back and marvel at hearing Draco compare muggle and magical healing, but today was not that day. "Can I stay here?"

"I'll bring in another bed."

With Draco out of the room, I turned my attention back to Charlie.

"Charlie Weasley, you brave, stupid man. You listen to me. While I appreciate you taking that spell for me, you need to get better. I didn't know and it feels silly to tell you this way, but I'm pregnant. You're going to be a dad, Charlie! And a damn good one. So, you fight and do whatever it is your body needs to do to come back to me and our little bean. I love you."

Tears were falling freely now and I barely noticed as Draco returned and pushed another bed next to Charlie's so I could be near him.

My thoughts were twisting this way and that. Emotions were coursing through me at rapid speed as I tried to process everything that had happened. Brie had clearly turned on us at some point and was providing dragon parts for sale. Charlie was injured and we had no idea yet if he would be ok. I was growing his baby inside me and I just kept thinking of what might happen if he doesn't make it through.

Could I handle losing Charlie and taking care of his baby on my own? I just couldn't accept that the possibility of that outcome even existed. So for now, I would lay next to Charlie, my hand in his, giving him all the healing energy I could. It was going to be a long road for sure.