Although emergency wasn't her area of study, Hannah knew enough about Healing to understand even in her altered state of consciousness. She leaned against him and nodded weakly, slowly to keep her head from swimming any more. "Okay," she murmured, accepting that relief would have to wait a little bit longer.
Once he got her settled on the bed in the guest room, she dutifully held her arm out for him to draw the blood, so practiced at it not only from her training but from her experiences as a patient after the explosion. "Was...wasn't drinking an'thing unusual," she insisted. "Didn't binge." And she hadn't. She'd drank a bit more than normal, but she definitely hadn't binged on it. And she and Ginny had snacked on some bar food earlier. It didn't make sense to her, that she should feel so utterly wrong.