The towel felt great to his feverish body and he sighed quietly as she dabbed his face for her. He still felt a little odd letting someone take care of him, but if anything he'd learned the necessity of it over the last month.
He was feeling a small struggle inside himself when she looked at him that way. He wanted her to understand- he needed to tell her. But she was brushing it off and he was growing frustrated. "No," he said, grabbing her wrist with as much strength as he could muster- which wasn't much at all. "I do, Ginger. Since Hogwarts. You've always been my number one." But she was pressing him back and he hand little choice but to lay down.
Terence didn't have much choice in taking the potion, even if he was feeling immensely better, he was still weak. Some of the pain subsided but the room began to tilt and warp in odd ways and he knew he'd pass out soon.
"Marry me," he proposed, his hand reaching for hers, his eyes half open as the drugs took over.