Ginny's P.O.V.
The terrible pain in my stomach brought me around. My eyes are open but everything is blurry. I try to sit up to get a better look of where I am.
"Ginny, don't move." The voice sounds like the person is coming closer, I don't know who said it, but I obey.
"What happened?" I ask.
The last thing I remember was I was flying through the air I was after the snitch. The game was going awesome, the team I am on was in the lead by 250 points against our arch-nemesis, who had a back up keeper playing. Someone screamed "Ginny! Look out!" But before I saw whatever it was everything went black.
"You toke a bludger to the stomach, you probably have broken ribs. Try not to move. If your ribs are broken they could puncture a lung, if they haven't already." The voice sounds familiar, male, but no one I could identify on a moments notice.
"Here drink this, it should help." Still the same voice, still no idea who it is though.
Then Draco Malfoy crouches down beside me.
"What the hell do you want Draco?" I seethe through clenched teeth due to the pain.
"I want to help you. Just trust me." He says
"Trust him, Weasley!"Coach yells as he obviously runs towards us. "You can trust him!"
He gently lifts my head up and helps me drink. That's who was talking to me. I don't know what he just had me drink or what he was doing, but whatever he gave me is helping, a lot.
"It might make you drowsy, if you need you can sleep once help gets here." He tells me. I have no idea what he is doing. Or how he knows this.
"How do you know what I shouldn't do? How did you know that it would help? And how it would affect me?" I ask, I only half care, the other half is me trying to obey and stay awake. I hear voices not far from us but I am having trouble focusing on Draco already.
"After the war, I went into healer training."
"Why? I don't really care I am just trying to stay awake, to be honest."
"The war changed me, for the better. I realized that I wanted to help people. And a lot of doctors died in the war, not many people realize, but the death eaters killed doctors knowing that is would cause more suffering and pain literally."
"Well I think that, was a nice and wise decision. How much longer until help is here?"
"They are here." Draco says as the St. Mungo's fast transport team approaches
I stop my internal fight to stay awake, and drift off quite quickly.
Draco's P.O.V.
She is beautiful. Even in her current state, broken and bruised. I wonder what she thought of my post war actions. Did she genuinely feel that way? Did she Genuinely trust me? Or was she just trying to be polite. She seemed to trust me though. Thank god. I haven't been a healer long but that was the worst injury I've seen yet. I'm just glad I was able to think quickly and help her. I don't want to know what may have happened had she sat up. I realize I should probably go with her to the hospital, they will want me on her case because I was there and actually witnessed the incident. By administering the potion I've basically said "I'll tale this one." At least that is how my boss sees it
"Healer Malfoy, you'll take her case wont you?" Healer Brown, my boss says in a voice that makes the statement not a question but a demand.
"Of course." I say
I go to my locker and change into my work clothes, and quickly wash up. I head towards her room when a desk intern comes up to me.
"Her family is here, they want to know exactly is wrong so they can brace themselves for the worst. What should I tell them? And do they need to worry about her dying?"
"Tell them that she toke a bad fall, and that we need time to assess and heal her. It take a long time for her to be ready for visitors, so they should go home and that I personally will floo when she is ready for visitors. And yes there is a chance she could die. Oh and floo my mother's study at the Malfoy Manor, tell her I wont be home until late if I come home at all tonight."
"Yes sir." She says and runs off.
I head to Ginny's hospital room, when I get in there it was worse than I had first thought. The nurses had taken off her clothes so I could see the the extent of the injuries. Her stomach is already black with bruising and I can see exactly where her ribs are broken, she has a gash on her fore head . But I can tell, that's not the worst. I move around the room to get a better look at her sides , more broken ribs but the bludger must have hit with extreme force.
"Help me move her so I can see her back better, would you?" I say to the nurses in the room.
It is not until we go to move that I realize her body was not laying flat, but that her spine had been curved probably due to the force. We turn her over and the nurses, all female, take one look at me and I know we are going to need help.
"Go get whoever is in charge tonight and everyone who is free, and prepare yourselves this is going to be a VERY long, very stressful night."
I never saw anything to this extent even in training.
We work all night trying to fix her spine. Her ribs, bruising, cut and scrapes, and minor concussion are easy fixes. Her ruined organs and newly deformed spine however are a totally different story. We fix her organs as best we could but, after trying for 36 hours to get anywhere with her spine, we had to resort to desperate measures. I head to the floo ,where I call the burrow.
"Draco." Mrs Weasley say in a tone that I guess I deserve for my behavior in the past "I am guessing this means we can come see ginny?"
"Not yet, we are actually transferring her-"
"Why? 's is fully equipped. There is no reason she would need to be transferred else where." Molly says sounding quite pissed
"You didn't let me finish, We are transferring her to a muggle hospital."
"I don't understand. Why can't you treat her at 's?" Molly says in a confused worried voice
"Her spine was so badly damaged, we can't fix her spine, we are hoping muggles can, Mrs. Weasley. I am very sorry." I say. I knowing how she feels.
"You are sure there is NOTHING you can do to heal her at 's?"
"We've spent the last 36 hours trying Mrs. Weasley. There really is NOTHING we can do."
"How bad is it?"
"Le me put it this way, her spine is so badly damaged we cant lay her down flat."
"Have you spoken to other magical hospitals? Are you sure we HAVE to resort to muggle healing?"
"Yes we have spoken with other hospitals they have nothing. So yes we HAVE to resort to muggle healing, and trust me I don't like it either."
I stay at the muggle hospital, pretending to be her long term boyfriend and making sure everything goes smoothly as far as the muggles go. These doctors? As they call them are aware of magic to a certain extent. They understand that we have a sport with flying ball one one hit her in the stomach. They are also aware that we already healed other injuries. The doctor then comes out
"Mr. Marco Dalfoy?" He calls. I almost don't realize he is looking for me. We didn't want to risk anything so the hospital was given fake names for me and ginny.
"Yes?" I say.
He asks me to follow him, I agree with no problem, he leads me to private room there is a desk with a bunch of papers, and panflits on it ,the room feels depressing, and I have a feeling that bad news is coming.
"Your girlfriend was badly injured, we did the best we could, but she will need to be in a wheelchair. As of right now she has no feeling in her legs, which means she cant use them. She should, with physiotherapy, recover completely, but it could take a very long time."
"So she will recover?"
"Eventually but these things take time. Just be thankful, all her plumbing per-say is fine." He looked at me to see if I got what he meant. I nodded.
"Oh, and these" He hands me all the papers now nicely tucked in a file folder, "Are medication instructions, physiotherapy info, details on the extent of the damage and treatment plan that I have already faxed to the physiotherapy office." He says. I rack my brain trying to think what the hell faxing meant. I sure father would know but that is no help.
"I've made arrangements for you two to stay in a special, totally wheelchair accessible, building, that has all amenities she will need, including her physio." He says obviously proud to offer such facilities.
"That sounds won-wonderful doctor, but what do you mean we?"
"Well you and Miss White, she can't be on her own. She cant move her legs. She will need assistance."
"Right. Of course she needs some one. But does it really matter who? I mean her mother is retired and a lot of free time." I offer
"Ahhhh, but can her mother what if Mrs. White falls down, Miss White cant help her, who knows how long it could be until help arrives."
"Ok. Valid point, her mother may not be the best choice. But what about a brother of hers?" I ask
"I understand she has a big family but as you said she is the youngest. I assume they are all out living their lives. Besides why wouldn't you want to."
"Of course I want to, but my work keeps me very busy."
"Look young man. You strike me as very powerful, Yes?"
"Yes I am. Umm. But mostly because where I work we are almost always short staffed." I say.
We are short staffed, in the healing field, things work in an almost perfect harmony, All the healers ready to retire do so at the end of the school year. The hospital then gains the healers from the previous year's, Hogwarts graduating class. That years classes want-to-be-healers go to school for a year and come at the end of the next school year. However last year no one went to healing classes, all of them went to fight in the war. Because of the war the hospital has been short staffed for three years. After the war not many went to healing classes as many were either returning to Hogwarts to redo their seventh year of were reeling over the death of a family member. If I want something at work all I have to do is threat to quit, and I have what I want. I've never actually tried it, but I know that is how it will go.
"I see, well can you work from home?"
"Well I could try to make arrangements."
"Ok then. It is settled you will live their with her and take care of her until she can move out."