Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters and I will not make any money out of this!
A/N: First HP fanfic, hope you enjoy ^^. M for content later on, Slash DM/HP. Contains references to Self-Harm/Eating Disorders *could be triggering* Please keep yourself safe while reading, or skip if something is too much :)
I know this chapter is INCREDIBLY short, but I will be posting the next chapter in about an hour from this one :)
This chapter is in the THIRD PERSON! :D Enjoy!
The healer was worried about Draco; this was the worst he had seen him so far. This was as bad as he could get, the only times he had seen anyone in this state before was with previous patients, who were all reaching the end stages of their lives as their heart muscle gave out, or was broken down… So Draco complaining that his chest was hurting didn't bode well.
The healer hooked up a drip of glucose solution into Draco, hoping that he would respond to the calories in that rather than continuing to break down what was left of his muscle. The biggest consolation was that Draco was still breathing and moving slightly; even though he had fallen into a kind of semi-conscious doze the slight movements and twitching reassured the healer that he wasn't so completely weak that his brain was unable to function. He made a mental note to check on Draco every hour before he clocked off, and to notify the healer on night shift.
A/N: the next chapter will be up as soon as I've finished typing it! (In the next hour or so!)
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