It was as if the prospect of spending the night at St. Mungo's surprised him. The pain relieving potions had put his injuries enough on a distance that some part of Harry expected to being out in time to pick up Teddy from school, and as he realised that he couldn't, he almost panicked. "You have to owl my contact in case of emergencies, then, I know I'm stable but -" Harry blurted out, restlessly looking towards the door, a frown appearing as the struggled with remembering the practical details. "I - I think it's Molly Weasley, I'm not sure, but please owl her, she'll know what to do; Ginny is away and Hermione isn't in the forms yet so it must be Molly -" Harry continued pointlessly as the potions once again affected his conversational filter. Teddy's middle school demanded a list of persons authorised to pick Teddy up, and among the chaos of suddenly being Teddy's guardian, Harry hadn't come around to expand that list, which suddenly stressed Harry.<br/>Eventually, Harry's eyes found their way back to Draco, and the reassurance he felt when seeing another person helped him take a deep breath. "Please," he spoke, and though he managed to phrase that much calmer, his voice was still a little shaky.