''𝙄𝙩'𝙨 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙘𝙖𝙧𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙝𝙪𝙧𝙩.''
𝗜𝘁 𝗵𝗮𝘀 𝗯𝗲𝗲𝗻 𝘄𝗲𝗲𝗸𝘀 𝗮𝗳𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘃𝗶𝘀𝗶𝘁 𝘁𝗼 𝗞𝗶𝗻𝗴'𝘀 𝗖𝗿𝗼𝘀𝘀. I had been spending my days in and out of work, only going to and from. As promised, I had been getting letters from Teddy every day. He's told me a lot about Hogwarts.
Like I predicted, he had been sorted into Hufflepuff. I heard he's been having a great time. His favorite class happens to be Transfigurations. I'm not surprised. Over the short time he's been at Hogwarts, he's met two other people that he calls his friends. Albus and Scorpius.
McGonagall seems to be a great Headmistress, too. He's met her a few times. Sometimes she can be stern but most of the time she likes to help around the school where she can. I smiled remembering the times that she was just a Transfigurations Professor. I missed those times.
Like any other day, I had woken up, taken a shower and headed off to work. I checked in on a few of the people that I had been assigned, most of which were from the department that I had majored in. Most of them were bitten by a Muggle animal or injured by something small. They weren't much.
Boss called me into his office about halfway through my shift. I was talking with the receptionist, saying how some of the patients seemed well enough to leave. Boss had walked into the room, waving me over with a shout of my fake surname.
''Please, sit.'' He beckoned, sitting on the chair opposite of mine. I started to grow nervous, sitting down in the chair and started to wring my fingers together. ''I just wanted to ask how your grandma was doing?''
''Oh,'' I remembered the lie I had came up with. ''She is doing quite all right, thank you for asking.''
''Of course. I just needed to know if my best doctor would be here for the rest of the week.'' He smiled, writing something down on the paper settled on his desk.
With a laugh and I nod, I answered. ''Yes, I will be here.''
''How's Andrew doing? Last I heard, it hadn't gotten any better.''
''He's getting there.'' I relaxed against the chair, leaning back against the head of it. ''I mean, we haven't really gotten a lot of progress done. I'll try seeing what more I can do tomorrow.''
''Take all the time you need.'' He waved his hand at me. ''It's not about how quickly we get them recovered, it's about how accurate. The more accurate, the better chance they have of not coming back.''
Maybe that sounded like a bad thing at first, but if they came back then that would mean that they had gotten another injury. So, it was a good thing. I shrugged my shoulders, about to answer back before a knock had sounded against the door.
''It's open.'' The boss responded, the door opening just a few seconds afterwards. Another nurse had walked in, seemingly quite alarmed.
''Miss Diggory,'' She said my name in her out of breath tone. ''A new patient came in. He's not looking so good.''
''As in?'' I questioned, turning around in the chair.
''His whole chest has been scratched open. It's urgent.''
''I want you to start removing anything that's left in the wounds. Things that would pause the healing process. I'll be there shortly.''
She nodded before rushing out of the room. I turned back to my boss with a sympathetic look, throwing my thumb over my shoulder and towards the door.
He nodded and waved his hand at me. ''Go on, people need you.''
''Thank you.'' With a curt nod, I spun out of the chair and out the door. I ran down to the bites and scars division, pushing open the door and making a grand entrance. It reminded me of Snape sometimes. But now I know why he did those.
A few nurses had flanked my sides when they entered, all saying different things at the same time as one another. I let out a deep breath, before calling on one of them to start speaking.
''Is he unconscious?''
''Yes. Has been since he's been brought here.''
''When was he found?''
''We don't know.''
''Any whereabouts?'"
''No.''
''Witnesses?''
''Not that we know of. Someone brought him in and is currently in the waiting room. We haven't questioned him yet.
''I'll question him after this. Someone tell him to wait, give him a lollipop or something for contributing.''
One of the nurses rushed out the door, I arrived to the bed with the injured patient.
Only, I didn't know the patient would mean so much to me at the time.
''All right.'' I called out. ''Everyone out. Thank you in advance.''
The rest of the nurses and doctors had left the room, leaving me alone with the patient. I usually worked without other people around, which made it easier for me to maneuver around the room without waiting or bumping into anyone else.
On a tiny platter, I had seen small pebbles and rocks that were covered in blood. All that must've been in the wounds. I was now able to start cleaning up the wounds and stitching it up without wasting anymore time.
I took notice of the scars. Three deep gashes went down and across his chest. Blood still dropped down from the wounds, so I gently cleaned it without trying to hurt him any further. I let out a shaky breath before continuing on the wound.
From the looks of it, I could definitely tell that it had occurred from a Werewolf. I knew it wasn't me, because I had taken Wolfsbane that afternoon. Who else was out there, sharing the same pain that I went through every full moon?
When I had finished and bandaged the wounds, I looked down at my completed work. He was still unconscious, thankfully. So I didn't have to worry about the pain he went through as I worked with his wound.
''What have you gotten yourself into, Draco Malfoy.'' I shook my head with a sigh, removing the gloves I had previously put on.
With my back faced towards the blonde, I started to put away the medical supplies. It only took near an hour to get Draco's wounds treated. Sadly, I couldn't use magic to heal them. Werewolf scars are permanent and need to heal the Muggle way.
A pained groan sounded from behind me. I turned around to face Draco, seeing him raise his right hand to rub down his face. But in the process, he winced and brought it back down against the bed. He looked down at his bandaged wrapped chest. White covers had covered him from his feet and up to his chest.
He looked to his right, seeing me standing there and watching with care. He squinted a bit before looking around the rest of the room. The door on the far wall, the cabinets that held the medical supplies, the designed ceiling with small swirls, then down to the tiled floor.
''So,'' Draco said, his voice a bit raspy. ''This is where you've been all these years.''
''Not just here.''
''Well, I figured that much.''
Draco moved to sit up, quickly being stopped by my hand on his shoulder. I gently pushed him back down against the bed.
''Don't even.'' I shook my head. ''Your wounds will take a while to heal. So get used to laying in bed.''
Draco sighed. His head thrown back into the pillow below him. He then looked to his shoulder, the very shoulder that my hand still lingered on. I took quick notice, my eyes widened a bit before I took my hand off his bare shoulder.
''It might hurt for a while. But we've got some things that can dim down the pain if needed.'' I reassured. His shirt had been discarded off to the side, resting in one of the chairs. It was torn, that much was sure. ''Throughout the day, nurses and doctors will be in to check on you. If you need anything, ask them.''
Draco hadn't said anything, his head tilted towards the ceiling with his eyes closed. His lips pulled down into a slight frown, one that I couldn't quite comprehend.
''Well, that should be all you need to know. Someone should be in shortly.''
I threw in my white doctors coat, making a beeline for the door. About three steps in, Draco had started speaking again.
''It's not just the scars that hurt.''
Slowly turning, I had seen that he now looked at me, his eyes flicking up to mine. He was sad. Depressed, even.
''Draco-''
''You left us, Y/n.'' I sighed, looking down at my feet. Now it felt worse then I had put it. Especially coming from Draco. ''You left me. Do you know how that felt?''
I couldn't respond. I didn't know how he felt afterwards. I left him, he was right about that.
''You promised. I remember.'' He then recalled. ''You promised that after the war, everything would go back to the way it was. When we could be together, without You-Know-Who getting in between us. Remember that?''
''Yeah, I do.'' I replied with a chuckle rising from my throat.
''Then where did it go?'' Draco then asked. I looked up at him, instantly locking my eyes with his. ''I had you. Right there beside me. Alive. It was like the pressure was lifted off my chest when I had seen you still fighting. I was ready to get it over with and start the life we had dreamed of.''
''So was I.''
''But you left.''
''For good reason.''
''And what reason was that?''
''I didn't want to see anyone else I loved get hurt. You seen them all after the battle. All the deceased and wounded.''
''And you're still grieving over them?'' Draco suddenly asked. I turned to face him. ''It's been 19 years, Y/n.''
''You don't have to keep reminding me.'' I mumbled.
''Don't think about the ones you lost. Think about the ones who are still alive. Like your friends from Gryffindor. Zabini, Nott, Greengrass. Even Lovegood, she's still alive, too. What about Potter and his friends? What about me?''
''Well if you missed me so much then why didn't you come after me?'' I snapped back.
Draco was now leaning on his shoulder, staring intensely. When he didn't respond, I sighed and turned back to head towards the door. I put my hand in the handle, turning it to hear the click of the door before Draco had called again.
''Because I thought you'd come back.''
I stopped, not letting go of the door handle. I pursed my lips, trying not to look back at him from over my shoulder. Then, I settled on some words.
''Get some rest. A nurse will be in soon.''
Opening the door, I walked through and closed it. With me in the other side of the door, I sighed and leaned against it. I held myself up, no matter how much my knees wanted to give out from under me.
Pushing myself off the door, I started back down the hallway. I assigned a nurse to check on Draco in a few minutes. She nodded and walked down the way I had just came. I went and collected my clipboard, seeing the last name that I had on the list.
It was Andrew. I usually did him last because I liked talking with him before going back home. Especially now that Teddy is attending Hogwarts. The house has been quiet, it makes me a little paranoid, to be honest.
I didn't spend much time with Andrew, since I still had to talk to the person who had brought in Draco earlier. Per usual, I talked to Andrew about a few topics. We went through a few tests, seeing if he had improved any from his previous state.
This time, I had skipped the story. My earlier talk with Draco had a hold on me. Andrew understood, even if he didn't need me to explain on why we had skipped the story. He waved me off with a smile and went back to doing whatever he was doing before. Now, it was time to ask a few questions.