Re: George, Fred, Margot
George didn't know he'd been holding his breath until Fred's eyes opened, and he asked what was going on. He was too relieved, he couldn't speak. He just reached out, and squeezed Fred's hand. It was going to be okay. He wasn't going to lose him again. It wasn't going to be like last time.
When he could finally get his throat to work, he told Fred what was happening. "We won," he said, grinning just a little. "McKinnon here is going to get you back to looking pretty again. Just let her do her job." He squeezed Fred's hand again, and looked at Margot, urging her to get on with it already.