Harry knocked and opened the door, peering into the hospital room he saw James keeping vigil next to Scorpius' bed. James hadn't left Scorpius' side since the nurses had allowed family in. Since none of the Malfoy's had set foot inside the hospital since Scorpius had been admitted it was agreed that it would be best for the Potters be with Scorpius. Harry watched James for a second longer, seeing the way James's concerned eyes were glued to Scorpius face. It reminded him of the time Ron had been in the hospital wing and Hermione hadn't left his side.
"Hot chocolate?" Harry asked
James didn't even move. Harry looked at the piles of untouched food on Scorpius' bedside table. James hadn't eaten anything in five days. The nurses had obviously noticed and had taken Harry to the side, warning him about his son's current state. Harry sighed, studying his son more. His young face looked aged and sad, his clothes were starting to look baggy and Harry guessed that he had lost at least a stone.
"Hey, James, buddy, why don't you go take a shower. It'll make you feel better and I'm sure Scorpius doesn't want to wake up to your stink"
James sighed and slowly eased himself out of his chair. His hair was matted and stuck to his head. He ran a hand through it, unconsciously emulating his father. His fingers got stuck. Giving up on his hair, he walked through the bathroom door. Harry sat the hot chocolate on the table and took James's place. There was a knock on the door and a nurse, Maria, walked in, rolling an IV stand with her.
"Where is James?" She asked
"In the bathroom." Harry replied
"While Scorpius is stable, we can not say the same for James. I talked to the head nurse and she agreed to let me take James under my wing. If he goes on any longer like this he will need to be admitted as a patient, taken to another ward and separated from Scorpius which I don't think is a good idea."
Harry imagined James's protests and nodded his head.
"Good idea, he should be done soon." Harry said
The nurse nodded and started to change the bandage on Scorpius' head. Harry knew magical healing could do amazing things but he was always surprised to see the wounds heal so fast.
"He's looking good, we can expect him to wake up anytime soon."
Harry nodded. Scorpius had hit his head hard. The healers believed that his competitiveness mixed with his magic had inadvertently caused him to run faster than normal. He had lost control coming round the corner, hit his head crashing into the wall and then bounced back, knocking off the vase and falling to the ground. Harry sighed, poor kid, his own family wouldn't even come and see him. Harry was jolted out of his thoughts by James opening the bathroom door. James's hair was wet and clean looking but still matted. He still looked like hell though. Harry couldn't help but worry, it seemed as if he had lost the will to live. Harry got up and James silently took his father's place, not even noticing the IV standing next to him. Maria bustled over and explained what she was going to do and why. James didn't seem to even register as she lifted up his arm. Harry and blinked back a tear as he watched the boy who was terrified of needles not even blink as the needle slid into his arm.
