Hello! This is my second story and it will be updated very, very slowly since I will be primarily working on my other story. This is just an idea I've had that I'm excited about and wanted to release a little bit of. It is set after the seventh book/movie. For now, I think that's all that you need to know! I hope you enjoy!

Disclaimer: Don't own anything but the plot.

The bright lights of the ward were almost blinding as she paced in the hallway. The only audible sound was from her echoing footsteps. Breaks were always like this. Fifteen minutes of pacing, followed by a half an hour lunch, followed by another fifteen minutes of pacing.

"Unnecessary bullshit," she muttered under her breath as she turned on her heel and proceeded back the way she came.

One more minute left.

"Mediwitch Granger!" a nurse sprinted out of the operating room, almost running into the very woman she was looking for. "He's back! He's lost almost two liters of blood already!"

"Shit," Hermione hissed and pushed past the nurse through the grey double doors.

It looked like they needed her sooner than they originally thought. Otherwise they would never call her in before the mandatory break was over.

"WHERE THE FUCK IS SHE?!" came a loud snarl from the table in the middle of the sterile room.

He was surrounded by various medical equipment, which were currently probably the only things keeping him alive, and many nurses who were holding him down to the operating table, in addition to the thick, leather straps that were already restraining him.

"GRANGER!"

"I'm here!" Hermione shouted over his angry complaints and threats to anyone and everyone who dared to touch him. "Move! Let me see the patient!"

Once the others moved away from him and he could see the familiar, bushy-haired brunette, the man calmed down marginally. Unfortunately, the trauma that his body was experiencing prevented him from completely relaxing. He was shaking and his limbs would twitch periodically as he tried to stifle his howls of pain.

It didn't take a genius to figure out what was wrong with him. There was a bloody shirt sloppily covering his entire left side. Hermione slowly pulled it off to reveal a gaping hole that was practically pouring blood. The jagged, stringy bits of flesh that surrounded the wound suggested that someone, or something, most likely ripped the skin and muscle straight off of him.

"Oh dear Merlin," one of the nurses whispered at the sight of the injury, turning a sickly shade before promptly throwing up in a trash can in the corner.

"Scourgify," Hermione muttered under her breath, waving her wand without turning around.

Immediately all of the vomit vanished and her equipment was polished, ready to be used at a moment's notice.

Hermione examined the laceration one more time. The amount of flesh missing wasn't what worried her, nor was it the blood loss. Both could be fixed with a few common healing spells that were used during splinching accidents. No, what worried her was the bright blue tinge that seemed to spread outwards towards the rest of his body in long tendrils.

"Merlin Granger," he breathed, struggling to keep his eyes open. "I haven't seen you look this horrified since Weasel accidentally cursed himself and started spewing slugs. Is it that bad?"

"It's pretty bad."

"Thanks for sugarcoating it."

She grinned and pushed some of his sweaty blonde locks out of his face with a clean towel.

"Don't worry Malfoy," she reassured him, "while I do think the world would rejoice if I were to let it happen, you're not dying that easily."

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