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Fleur nodded, closely her eyes and leaning her forehead against his briefly. She tried to smile again, but it probably seemed more like a grimace. The knot in her stomach was showing no signs of letting up, even if she had been able to forget it for a moment.
"Right," she told him. Honestly, she felt he had much more reason to be afraid than she did. The next hour was still going to feel like an eternity, she was sure. Fleur fixed the Healer with a stony look before feeling a bit guilty for doing so and lowering her eyes. They weren't the villains, but they were the easiest ones to be angry at right now.
"You will be fine, Bill. In only a few hours you will be back home," For good measure, she kissed him a second time and said, very certainly, "Where the food is not this horrible hospital...slop." Her smile was more genuine this time.