Madame Pomfrey made her rounds around the hospital wing.  A potion here.  Chest compressions there.  She'd worked on keeping the students seperated as best she could in the beginning, but now there were simply too many of them, and she'd gone back and filled the beds previously left empty.   This meant, to her eternal bother, that increasingly more students were treating their illness as some kind of extended social hour.  They might forget they were sick the moment the potions kicked in, but Pomfrey remembered, and worried.

She brought a steaming cauldron to sit beside Miss Grimms bed.  She'd like to have the girl in the oxygen tent, but there were only two of those, sent over from Mungos.  Mister Morgan had been inside one since he arrived.  The other she gave in turns, focusing on the sickest of students.

"If you must annoy someone, tend to her,"

"Thank you, Mister Grayson." She said dryly. "I assure you I'll annoy all of you fairly enough." Deep breaths of this steam, Miss Grimm. As much as you can, and hold. "

She returned her attentions to the Head Boy. "Not to worry Mister Grayson. People only pass out when they forget to breathe. On three now. One, two." She jabbed the needle carefully down a vein. "See there. All done now. Nothing to worry about."