The last person Helena expected to come and check up on her was Hannah Abbott. She didn't know why she was so surprised. It was Saint Abbott after all. Do-gooder extrodinaire. The chipper blonde optimistic who cared for everyone and everything. Those thoughts echoed through her mind with a different type of bitterness that usual, tinged with a bit of pain.
Still typicalness aside, she and Hannah weren't exactly bosom buddies. They rarely even talked. If she had expected any of the other other three Hufflepuff females to show up, Megan would have been first, and Abbott would have always been last.
Pressing her face into the pillow that was still being held against her chest Helena staved tears, before lifting up her face and taking a deep breath the control her voice. She opened her mouth to say something but nothing came out. Her eyes watered again.
Pushing her hair back from her face and off her shoulders, to give her hands something to do and to bide some time, Helena tried speaking again.
"I'm ... I'm fine. Just go away. I'm .. fine." Her voice fell against her will into a tearful broken whisper and all Helena could do at the moment was to mentally curse herself.