Petunia was a mess. Her hair was a mess, her clothes were a mess, he face was a mess. Everything was a mess. She hadn't been able to think properly since Caradoc showed up again. Mostly because she was busy telling him to shut up and stop saying stupid things. He was being stupid and she wasn't going to let him die because he wasn't allowed to die. She'd told him so. He did not have permission. He wasn't allowed to leave her. You couldn't just tell a person you loved them and then die. No.
Stubborn was one of the things that Petunia knew how to be without thinking. Sometimes it was a bad thing, but she didn't think it was now. She hadn't let anyone tell her to leave because she was going to be there when Caradoc woke up. She was going to make sure that he didn't forget that he had to stay alive for her even if he was in pain. Still, she couldn't look at him without her chest growing tight and her eyes watering.
Her eyes had closed for a moment and before she knew it, she woke up to the sound of Caradoc's voice. "Caradoc," she said softly, straightening up and taking hold of the hand closest to her.