She fought the urge to childishly pull her hand away from his. His firm command didn't work as it usually did, so lonely she had felt, and the tears kept dropping from her eyes like the slow leak of the crystal topped faucet in their en suite. "They set my ulna bone which had broken and with the bruises I have to use a special salve every day." Yeugh, the bruises. Her perfectly contoured body was marred now with purpling bruises that made movement a bit difficult. "The concussion is the main part-" Here Parvati stopped to cry a bit, "The Healer said that if the tests go well tommorrow they could release me but only if I had someone to take care of me. You know, someone at home. Who would be there day and night." Unlike her husband who recently seemed to spend all day at work, the evenings doing work at home and the night asleep after a quickie that lacked both thought and exploration.
The tears finally ceasing due to the headache growing in her bandaged head, Parvati frowned. "Spencer said we could sue him, but he's a Harper, I don't think upsetting a family like that is worth it - pureblood and everything." As she spoke she looked fully at her husband who seemed altogether calm. In all they had been through, the one thing Parvati had always expected was that when it came to her, Draco was all fire and strength. Had work completely stolen that from him? Was he unable to even muster a little smoke?
He was so calm and formal that it wrenched her insides. "Well, I wanted you to at least floo call me. So, so...we can't always have what we wanted, right? Draco, where were you?!" She tugged her hand to her chest, "Did you even really care?"