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May. 4th, 2007

{Who} Harry Potter, Draco Malfoy
{Where} St. Mungo's
{When} after this

Harry opened his eyes and groaned. It felt like his skull was split open! He grabbed his head - it was bandaged, he noticed - as he sat up in bed carefully. But - this wasn't his bed. Then everything came rushing back.

A doctor came in a few minutes later. "Mr. Potter, my name is Dr. Merton. I assure you that Mr. Malfoy's situation is being taken care of," he said when he saw him opening his mouth. "We don't understand what has happened with the straps, they weren't supposed to come undone."

Harry raised a hand, effectively silencing the doctor. "What do you mean, being taken care of?" he asked carefully. He was boiling inside, but the pain was dulling all the rest. "He didn't do anything. I sat down next to him on the bed and fell down. Simple as that."

Dr. Merton wasn't convinced that easily. And then explained that Draco was once again drugged and strapped down.

"Listen, Doctor, I don't care what you all think! I know him better than anyone in this Hospital! He's not dangerous!! And I demand to be taken there," Harry exclaimed, and winced.

It took some convincing, but being the Boy-Who-Lived had a few ups.

Half an hour later he was on a wheelchair, at the door to Draco's room. "I want him unstrapped and conscious. I don't care," he repeated again in a singsong voice as the nurse opened her mouth, "what you have to do, but I want it done now."

The nurse pursed her lips, but as she had been instructed to do everything Harry Potter said, complied. She stuck a needle in Malfoy's arm, and undid the straps.

"Good." Harry smiled at her thinly. "You can leave now."

As she got out, closing the door behind her, Harry saw Draco beginning to stir. He rolled the wheelchair closer to the bed and waited.


May. 4th, 2007 11:04 pm (UTC)
As consciousness came rushing back too him, Draco suddenly felt violently ill. Using what little energy he had, he rolled slightly and dry heaved. When he raised his hand to wipe his mouth, he winced in pain, realizing that there was a rather tender bruise running along his jaw and up towards his cheek.

I killed Harry, he thought sadly, wanted to cry, but his body was too battered that even breathing was hard. A soft creak of rubber against linoleum sounded to his right, making Draco stiffen. "'o way!" he slurred, shutting his eyes tight to the intruder.
May. 4th, 2007 11:11 pm (UTC)
Harry sighed and, oh-so slowly, he got up from the wheelchair. He grabbed the back of the bedside chair tightly, trying to make the dizziness and sickness go away.

"I'm not leaving," he rasped out, the coldness he had revealed to the doctors finally melting and leaving him shaking.


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