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“You’re going to be alright, Pansy,” Blaise told her while Draco, Harry, Ginny, and the Slytherins squeezed her in a big hug. “We’re always here for you.” They all nod, which made her tears flow even more and she felt sick to her stomach.
“Would you like some tea?” Gin asked, but Pansy shook her head.
“I won’t be able to keep it in,” Pansy told her. “If we hadn’t gotten into that car, none of this would’ve happened!” Pansy choked out and sniffled. When they found her, she was almost gone. Pansy had lost litres of blood and it was a miracle that the Healers were able to get her to breathe again. Her wife, Hermione, had shards of broken glass impaled into her stomach, chest, and neck, and unfortunately, she could not be saved. Their 8-month-old baby in Pansy’s womb suffered bone and organ damage from the impact of the crash, which lead to a miscarriage and the excessive bleeding that nearly cost Pansy her life. She was immediately brought to St Mungos where she had her baby surgically taken out.
“There, there,” Millicent stroked Pansy’s hair out of her face.
“Salazar, I probably look worse than a drowned rat,” Pansy said and wiped the tears off her face only to have more stain it. She held her stomach, she felt like expelling more of her guts out. “I don’t think I’ll be able to go to their burial… it’s just…” Pansy choked back more tears and her friends hugged her even tighter.
“Oh, Pansy,” Daphne said and brushed away her own tears. “Yes you can, we will be there with you. Always. Pansy, do you understand? Always.”