The Delacours weren't waking up anytime soon. Both had been wounded and lost a lot of blood. It was Fleur who woke up first, over a day later. Reaching up to rub her neck, the wounds there were swollen and infected. Feeling weak and feverish, she tried to rise but couldn't find the strength.
"Le-" she managed to croak before coughing.
Thirsty...she was so thirsty. Groaning, she looked at her sister beside her. Gabrielle was still pale, unlike Fleur, and didn't look any better at all. Shoving the younger Veela out of the bed, room would be needed for Lisa when she came. Where was her mate?