It didn't bother her that he was blunt and direct--it was better than a sugar-coating, glossing-over of what was going on and what they would do to fix it. She wasn't as good at that sort of bluntness on the job, but as a patient, and especially now when she was so discombobulated, it was definitely appreciated. She blew out a breath at his assurances, comforted by the fact that he wouldn't be leaving her. She didn't want to be alone, now more than ever, as she was trying hard not to be terrified at what was going on with her.
Hannah followed his instructions, tipping her head back and swallowing the few drops he'd dripped into her mouth. She cringed a bit at his next words, though. She hated taking potions anyway, but the vile ones were even worse. Still, she curled her fingers around the vial and nodded slightly. She reached across with her other hand and carefully uncorked the vial, still not able to see clearly, but well practiced at doing so and able to do it by touch alone. Bringing the vial to her lips, she held her breath, and then downed the potion as quickly as she could, trying not to let the liquid linger on her tongue at all, knowing that it would help mitigate at least some of the awful taste.
Even so, she coughed as she finished the potion, grimacing as she held it back out for him to take. "Disgusting," she muttered, but already her head was starting to level out some. She still couldn't see, but it no longer felt like someone was jabbing their wand repeatedly into her scar. Her hand reached out, fumbling around some until she found his, and she squeezed her fingers around his perhaps more firmly than she'd intended. "Thank you," she breathed gratefully, knowing that even though she wasn't completely in the clear yet, tonight could have gone so much worse for her.