Neville skims at first, just looking for anything that might jump out at him, but he slows down as the full impact of what he's reading hits him. Organs nearly liquefied; possible infertility; lucky to be alive. He sets the folder aside for the moment and scoots closer to Hermione in order to take her hand and look into her eyes, expression completely serious.

"Christ, Hermione, I had no idea. Are you okay?"