The two men left Draco in the hall for just one second before he too followed them into the makeshift sick room.
"Tom" Severus's voice cut through the room when he saw his lover enter. Narcissa and him had just finished stabilizing the boy. His grandson. That bastard had his grandson.
"I need that bag now," he demanded. There was no time for that train of thought. He needed to make sure that the boy lived first.
A plate implanted in the boy's back slowly drained the magic from his blood. If they didn't get the device out soon, Severus didn't think the boy would have a chance. The plate sat right on top of the nerves that ran into his legs meaning that if it wasn't lifted the exact way that it was put in, then his grandson would never be able to walk again. The shock to his system could probably finish off what Dumbledore started. The carvings of the back of the metal showed exactly who the boy belonged too.
"Cissa, Tom I need your help with this part."
They both moved to where he indicated, having done this procedure before.
"Alright, at 3, I need everyone to slowly, Slowly pull up. Lucius, I need you to have those compresses in the turquoise potion immediately applied as soon as we're clear." Lucius nodded, already making his way over.
"Okay, 1, 2, 3 pull!" I sickening suctioning sound resounded as the thing was pulled from the boy's back. Draco only got glimpse of the raw muscle and bone before the compresses covered the grisly sight.
Blood quickly seeped through the first layers of compresses, but Severus said this was normal. The veins of a person's back as they grow tend to expand as they get older. Not much, maybe a few millimeters. Muscles do the same. People, like trees, when an object is in the way tend to have their bodies meld to foreign objects over long periods of time. As this object seemed to be implanted when he was mere months old, most of all of the child's growths spurts had to work around it. In essence, his veins, arteries, and muscles cemented themselves to and around the metal plate.
Even with the clot forming potions soaked into the cloth compresses, it still took an hour and a half for the blood to cease flowing. The boy was given several blood replenishers in hopes of balancing out the losses and hopefully prevent shock from setting in.
When they could do nothing more but wait, Severus spoke to Tom, breaking and building his heart at once.
The man was seated on a window cushion, looking at the empty air between his nose and the boy's sheet covered back. Severus walked over slowly, not exactly knowing how to form his words. How do tell the father of your murdered daughter and family that maybe his grandchild is alive? That he has been living in slavery as your time honored enemy's magical source? He didn't know, but he had seven steps to figure it out.