Harry had had his day off yesterday, and spent most of it sleeping, but it scarcely seemed to make a dent in his exhaustion. He was worried and scared and overworked, and he felt like someone had taken a cheese grater to his nerves. He'd spilled coffee all over one of his files, and his lap, when a coworker had snuck up on him earlier today. Williamson had raised his eyebrows but said nothing.
Now, after sitting in the waiting room and nursing another coffee or two, he was on his way to Ginny's room, and this time he didn't have only caffeine to blame for his heart racing. Ginny was finally awake.
He stood in the doorway for a few moments when he arrived, then quickly made his way to Ginny's side. "Ginny," he breathed shakily. He was flooded with such sudden relief that he had to sit down, and he was thankful for the chair beside her bed.