"George found you, outside the jungle the other night. You've been sleeping for like, 35 hours." He looked at her, concerned. Had George been wrong? But Bellatrix wasn't exactly a name that sounded like any other to confuse it with. Had she really forgotten? That was a bit worrisome to begin with, but Fred decided that maybe she would remember later. "Bellatrix is a Death Eater from my time. She's...evil. Crazy. But we won't talk about her if you don't want to, ok?"
Fred slid out of the bed, careful not to jostle it too much. "I'll be right back," he said, slipping into the darkness. He had located a numbing potion earlier, and he quickly retrieved it and came back. Uncorking it, he said, "Here, take this, it should help a bit with the pain." He held the rim to her lips, helping her drink it. Once she was done, he climbed back in bed with her, letting her lie down on him. "Does that feel a little better, love?" Normally he would've run his hands through her hair, but he wouldn't now. He was touching her as gingerly as possible, even though all he wanted to do was kiss her. He was her Fred, and he hated that he couldn't do more for her.
But when he found Bellatrix, what he would do would make up for it.