Draco fumbled to one side until he found a bowl waiting on the side table. He curled up around it, still half blind, and retched until whatever was left in his stomach came up. It was a pathetic watery mess; probably a nutrition draught, thought the part of his brain that could identify any potion even while half dead, for some reason.
When he was done he groaned and pushed the bowl back, only then realising that someone was watching him. He blinked until the intruder came into focus. On recognition, his heart leapt, and then sank again, just as quickly. "What are you doing here?" he croaked.