"Let's get you comfortable, I have these for you to wear in bed." Hermione explained, pulling out what Snape assumed were clothes of her late father from the wardrobe. "Thank you." He replied shyly as she attempted to remove his clothes.

Soon he was wearing nothing but his boxer shorts and Hermione placed his legs into the pyjama trousers and pulled them up. Snape breathed a sigh of relief when he realised she wasn't planning on stripping him completely naked.
Not yet anyway, 'bedbaths.' he gulped.

She helped him into an old T shirt and fluffed his pillows up against the headboard so he could sit up slightly.
"You would make a wonderful nurse, Hermione." He quipped playfully, a rare sparkle in his normally cold black eyes.
"Actually, I'm going to be doing an apprenticeship at Hogwarts, learning to teach Transfiguration. Proffesor McGonagall wishes to retire this time next year." Hermione smiled, Snape could see the girl was bursting with excitement.

"No finer witch to take her place." He insisted. "Oh, I don't know.. I just think I've been extremely lucky. Hey, we will be colleagues one day!" Hermione grinned.
"If I ever walk again.." Snape sighed sadly. "You will, I believe in you. And even if you never regain the use of your legs you can still teach potions."

Snape huffed to himself, "And what if my arms remain immobile hmm?" He inquired sarcastically. "Just stop thinking negatively. The dungeon bat shall return.. one way or another."
"Yes, but how will i continue to intimidate the dunderheads, if my robes can't billow behind me." He joked, trying to bring some humour to the occasion. "I'll tie them to your wheelchair." Hermione grinned. "The students?" Snape snorted with his usual wit. "As much as I'm sure you would love that Severus, I meant the robes."