"Lily? Are you sick again?" I asked, turning on the bathroom light.

Lily whimpered from her spot next to the toilet and tried to stand up, falling over in the process. I caught her before she could hit her head on the counter and sat her down next to me, resting her head on my shoulder.

"Tomorrow morning, we're going to St. Mungo's first thing," I muttered, smoothing down my wife's auburn hair. Lily pulled her head up to look at me, eyes wide.

"No, James, I- I'm fine. Honestly. It's just a little bout of the flu, that's all."

"Lily," I said, raising my eyebrows. "You've been sick every day for two weeks. I'm bringing you in whether you like it or not." I studied her expression a bit. She looked... terrified?

"Lily, are you scared of the Healers?" I asked. She bit her lip, shaking her head. I pulled her close to me, burying my head in her hair.

"There's nothing to be scared of, love. They aren't going to hurt you. Besides, I'll be there with you anyways."

"No, not the Healers... the war," she was starting to really cry now, soaking my shirt. "I- this can't happen right now."

Unsure of what my wife was talking about, I just held her until she cried herself to sleep.