“Okay, well…I can draw you a bath, bring a bin to you, and bring some crackers while you bathe? Also, I know a charm to remove blood stains, courtesy of the job, and can put new sheets on the bed. I refuse to rip any body parts out of you but can look for pain meds. Thoughts?”
Her laughter broke his monologue. He looked at her confused.
“Oh, merlin. I needed that.”
“It's not an exam?”
Hermione smiled and shook her head.
“What is it?”
She was back to being embarrassed. She bit her lip and avoided his eyes.
She smiled back at him.
“Yes.”
“Alright, lay back and let me get the bath started.”
She laid back and watched him roll up his sleeves as he headed towards the bathroom.
“I love you,” she whispered.
He poked his head back and grinned, “Not as much as I love you.”
/fin
"Harry, I'd like to rip my ovaries out but I'd like to keep them in case I want babies but I'm not sure I do or if I can and - maybe a bath would be nice.”
She craned her head to look up at him expectantly. He cleared his throat, taking a moment to collect himself and spoke.
“I have cramps, my stomach hurts, my back hurts, my thighs hurt. I feel tired, I'm hungry but I also feel nauseous, I want to sleep but I bled on to bed because my flow is heavy. I feel embarrassed but I also am too exhausted to care,” she took a deep breath and continued.
He felt the dampness on his shirt and knew she was crying.
“Maybe you should just cry?” he asked, unsure of how exactly to help.
She nodded her head, still buried in his chest, and cried.