She tried to sleep to make the time pass, but sleep would not overtake her. Her thoughts were too fast, too troubled to be blanketed by night.
Should I ask a nurse for a sleeping potion? she wondered idly, nervously pinching at the edges of her blanket.
The fall had been completely that drunk idiot's fault, and yet Parvati still felt embarrassed. She had looked so beautiful and regal at the wedding. There was no grace in her fall. It was painful and ugly. And, alone in that hospital room, she still felt ugly. Ugly because her husband wasn't by her side. Apparently there was no inner or outer beauty that could compel her husband to leave his bloody meeting so that he could be by her side.
Don't take it so personally she reprimanded herself. He's busy. There's no excuse. He's busy. Draco has always done exactly what he wants to do, and has always been unstoppable.
There was a heavy ache in her chest. She knew how important work was to Draco, but there had always been that little girl inside of her that believed she would always be the most important thing in his life. There was that little fairy tale princess in her that believed he would go to the ends of the earth for her-- die for her.
He might still die for you, a snide voice in her head said. If the world was watching and judging him, and all his financial affairs were in order.
Tick, tock, tick, tock. The hospital was so quiet, yet the thoughts in Parvati's head roared.
Is this going to be my life? Her message to Draco had been detailed and emotional, there was no way he wouldn't have been able to grasp the gravity of the situation.
Eventually, Parvati Malfoy fell asleep that night. Her husband did not come.