Blaise pulled the chart from the wall and walked into the room. Pansy was sitting up stiffly, but once she saw it was him and he'd closed the door, she sank back against the bed. "These treatments are so draining."
He set the chart aside and nodded as he felt her pulse. "They take away the pain, though," he reminded her. He handed her a potion and waited for her to drink it.
"The lesser of two evils." He smirked. "Let's not get into discussions about evil." "That's because I take the cake, darling."