He was always a bit pale, but Theo was now a sick, pasty shade, and cold sweat dotted his forehead by the time he was put back into bed.
A bit of blood dotted the end of his dressing, and right now he studiously didn't look at it because if he did... If he saw it...
He would have to acknowledge it.
He had to swallow and take a couple of deep breaths before he nodded. "Yes... I..." Another breath and he obviously found his calm healers reserve, for his face smoothed out.
"I just woke up and I... Remembered something from right before ... Before." Before that beam had crushed him, a nightmare he would be having for a long time.
"It was your girlfriend. Someone took her just as I was going to her to bring her out. He had something over her mouth, probably a potion or chloroform. I was going to stop him but..."
But the man had gotten the drop on him. He'd blasted the already unstable ceiling. He'd ... Done this to him. "But there was a blasting charm," he finished more faintly, obviously trying to keep in this moment and not that one.