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"How is she?"
"I've bandaged up the cut on her forehead. It wasn't deep so no stitches were required. However, she does have a mild concussion, so she might have mood swings and headaches for a little while. She also twisted her ankle pretty badly, probably from her shoes. I've checked for other cuts or fractures, but everything seems alright."
"I see. How long do you think until she regains consciousness?"
"It's difficult to say. It may take anywhere from a few hours to a few days. I will come back tomorrow morning to see how she is doing."
"Thank you doctor. You are free to leave."
"Goodnight, Mr. Malfoy. If anything happens, please don't hesitate to call me." With that he was gone.
Draco sighed and looked over at the girl on the bed. She looked so small, buried in soft comforters on the huge king-sized bed. Sitting down next to her, he pushed back some of her bangs to reveal the smooth face. She really wasn't as ugly as he had remembered. Or maybe his view of her was just overshadowed by his rivalry with Harry. He never did seem to focus on anything other than Harry in his Hogwarts days.
You were probably just jealous that he could be so popular without the wealth of your family and the power of your father.
"Why do you torture me like this?" he pleaded into the darkness, placing his hands on his head.
You're the one torturing yourself. I just come along for the ride.
Mental note: stop indulging in conversations with myself.
Yeah, like that's gonna work.
"Shut up."
He retreated to the corner of the room and sunk tiredly into a chair, closing his eyes and rubbing his temples. God he was so tired. His recent bouts of insomnia and depression have obviously done wonders for his psyche. He absently wondered if he would actually fall asleep tonight.
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