It had been a year since the war but it some times seemed like a life time, since the night Voldemort was killed. Draco and his dad survived the war but his mother had been killed, when Bella realized her sister had lied about Harry being dead. His parents had been spies like his uncle from day one, but he still lost his mom and Uncle. His dad had been surprised when Draco decided to become a healer and not go into politics, but he supported him. Draco had idolized his Uncle who if he hadn't been a spy would have become a healer, and he inspired Draco. Like his Uncle Draco loved to work in the lab, but he wanted to help people.

Draco was working a rotation in the terminal care ward, and he had been assigned a new patient. He was surprised when he was made to take a confidentiality oath, something only required when the patient was a celebrity. He didn't recognize the name though, and knew who ever it was must be trying to hide.

He walked into the room where a young man who was likely his age was sitting on the bed. "Hello, I am junior healer Malfoy. Are you ready to start?"

The young man turned to look at him with a sigh. "As ready as one can ever be to have poison pumped into them."

Draco could see from the records that this so called Evan Blake was here for his first treatment, for stage three cancer. It was not terminal yet but he had a long fight ahead of him, wizards had found no more of a cure for cancer then muggles had. The potions they used were not much different then muggle chemo, and the man was right about it being poison. He was a bit surprised he was alone as patients usually had family or a friend, especially for a first treatment.

He inserted the magic IV and started the treatment for him."I would have thought you would have your family here."

Evan turned to look out the window. "I don't have any left."

Many people had lost some or all of their family in the war, Draco definitely had not been the only one to lose family. He thought Evan must have some friends out there, and wondered if he hadn't told any one he was ill. He had heard of people who were scared to tell their loved ones when they were ill, but did not push it. He told himself it was none of his business, and he had been sworn to respect the privacy.

He did notice a few hours later that Evan was still alone, and he fetched some of the special hospital ice cream.. It was one thing they could do better then the muggles, they had calming potions in some, better then muggle hospital popsicles.

Evan looked up surprised when he came into the room and handed him a few. "Thank you. I am sure you're busy."

Draco sat down and brought out his own lunch. "I thought I could keep you company, since you didn't seem to tell any friends you were in for treatment."

Evan opened a wrapper. "They were all busy with their own work. I am sure one will come next time."

He knew Evan could be telling the truth but he knew he wasn't, he hadn't told his friends he had cancer. Draco noticed he was wearing a glamour which like his fake name was trying to hide who he was, but Draco didn't mention either one. He knew all too well from his childhood that people had good reasons for secrecy.

Draco came back later to see Evan off. "You really should bring someone, tell someone. This is something you should not be going through alone."

Evan was pale but he gave a small shaky smile. "I wasn't alone."

Draco watched as he left and he felt bad, he would have had his dad by his side if he had been ill. He wasn't sure why he was so worried as he was meant to be more removed, but he thought it had to do with the age and the losses he had suffered. He would have to tell Blaise, his best friend was worried about his bed side manner.

He thought as well there was something familiar. He went to the nurse's station. "I would like to know next time Mr. Blake has a treatment."

Author note: this is in answer to challenge 1 from lientjuhh, it can be found in reviews for Breaking Point