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About thirty minutes later, the healers working on the other bed finished and it was wheeled out to a recovery ward. Hermione glared at the occupant when she saw the tell-tale red hair.
Her attention focused back on Draco. The congealing blood had been cleared away, but fresh blood was quickly replacing it. And Draco was still unmoving.
Tears began to burn her eyes. Salty tracks running down her cheeks and dripping from her chin.
A heavy hand landed on her shoulder, offering awkward comfort. At its weight, Hermione began to weep.
The hours passed and still he wasn't improving. Hermione had long since run out of tears, exhausted, but she was still adding to her running catalogue of charms and potions administered to her husband.
Hermione was soon encompassed in a gentle hug. Glancing at the arms, wondering why Mr Horthworth would now be hugging her after his earlier dismal attempts at comfort, she realised there were four freckled arms instead of two hidden in robes. Following them to shoulders and matching heads, she realised the twins were holding her.
'Fred, George, what are you doing here?' she croaked.
'Well that's a friendly greeting for you.' Fred commented.
'I know, we come all the way down here and that's the thanks we get. Inconsiderate, I tell you,' George added.
'We heard Draco was badly injured at work in the accident with Ron, so we came to see how you were holding up and he was doing,' Fred added.
'They are still working on him,' Hermione said, gesturing in the direction of the tired healers.
'Still! The accident was hours ago, wasn't it?' George exclaimed.
'Yes. They healed Ronald in about half an hour, but because Ronald dropped a cursed object onto Draco, my husband is far worse off,' Hermione explained.
'He did what!?' the twins gasped in unison. They both knew of the Paris Incident, but thought their youngest brother would not be so stupid as to repeat such a horrendous mistake.
'From what I gather, this whole incident is Ronald's doing. At least, according to Mr Horthworth here,' Hermione said with a gesture to the man who, given his now widening eyes, was realising his mistake in explaining everything to Hermione earlier.
Horthworth eyed the red-haired twins and decided it was time to get a coffee. The man stood up and quickly disappeared, only peaking his head occasionally around the doorway to check on his employee every once in a while.
Fred and George sat by Hermione's side for another half hour, until, finally the healers stepped away from Draco. Hermione jumped to her feet, watching closely.
Yes, there it is. Draco is moving slightly.
Healer Soundleaf said something to another healer and Draco was floated from the ward on the bed. Hermione started to follow, but Healer Soundleaf held up a hand and approached the patient's worried wife.
'Healer Malfoy, your husband is stable, however we have put him into a magical coma to give his body time to process all the potions and for the charms to take full effect. I except he'll wake in a day or two and should make a full recovery in time.'
'What were his injuries?' Hermione asked.
'He had twelve shattered bones, four ripped tendons, extreme nerve damage, bleeding in the lungs, brain and kidney, ruptured stomach lining, severed spinal cord, fractured skull, three dislocated fingers and a dislocated shoulder, burns to eighteen percent of his body and tests showed the remnants of the Cruciatus Curse. He also had a lot of burst blood cells, a severed eye and burst eardrums.'
Hermione was shaking and pale, only still upright thanks to Fred and George holding her in place.
'I—I…'
'I expect you will be on indefinite leave until your husband is recovered, but he will recover, Hermione,' the healer said, rubbing a warm hand on her upper arm.
Hermione looked up, trying to calm her hyperventilating.
So much damage! Draco was lucky to be alive. That amount of injuries, he shouldn't be alive. Ronald. This is his fault. He did this. How dare he! RONALD WEASLEY WILL REGRET THIS! I AM GOING TO—
'Hermione, deep breaths,' Fred's deep voice broke through.
Right, Draco was still healing. Ronald can wait, my husband is my first priority.
'Can I be with my husband while he heals?'
'He won't wake for some time,' Healer Soundleaf replied.
'I know, but I need to be with him.'
'Okay, he is in room 005.'
Hermione winced. The double zero rooms were in the intensive care ward. Despite the encouraging words, Draco was not yet out of the woods.
Hermione started walking in the direction of the ward, the twins trailing behind, arms half out, ready just in case she faltered.
About three hours later, Hermione was absently nodding along to the twins' conversation as they tried to distract her, when there was a knock and Ginny poked her head around the curtain. Seeing Hermione's tear streaked face, the younger girl immediately rushed forward and pulled her into a tight hug.
'Hermione, has there been any improvement?'
Hermione glanced at her husband and noticed his even pale features.
'The bruises have lessened. It will be another twenty-one hours before he might wake.'
Ginny nodded and sat down on the arm of Hermione's seat as she kept her arm around the brown-haired woman.
'Fred, George, thanks for letting me know. I saw… the others, on the way here, Mum is looking for you.'
'Okay, thanks, sis,' Fred replied. 'Hermione, we had better be off, but we will be back.'
'Thanks for coming, I really appreciated it,' Hermione replied with a weak smile.
The twins stood up and Ginny followed them outside for a moment. They gave her a full run down of Ron's culpability and the injuries Draco had incurred. Armed with the additional knowledge, Ginny took back the post of supporting Hermione, while the brothers went to find their searching mother.
A/N: Do I need to go back into my castle with a moat now or are we good? As always, if you see any punctuation/grammar corrections, please PM me so I can fix them up. Otherwise, reviews and favouriting make me ever so happy :D