"Yes, of course. That's fine," he nodded. It was really what he would have expected anyway, it was what he knew of doctors' house calls. Sitting and waiting for the verdict.
Henry disappeared in to see her. Darcy did consider making her some tea while he waited, but he found that the worry of it had really hit him much harder than he'd been letting on. He sat down for a moment, trying his very best not to cry about it as he leaned his forehead onto his palms.
She would be fine. He was a good doctor, and they had cures for many things nowadays. She would not die, she would not die, he had to stop thinking it.