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Chapter 2
Hospital blues
Draco awoke to the dead silence.
Everything so white, and blank.
The horrible infilterating smell of hospital attacked his nose.
He hated hospitals. Ever since he could remember, horrid things.
Suddenly, he dected voices,straining to be quiet drifted throughout the empty room, from the outside. Other then that, it was quiet. The room was dark. Dark and quiet. And alone. The voices were the only proof of human existence, and he wish they'd stop.
Draco glanced down at himself. He was wrapped in thin hospital bed sheets. He sighed and covered his head with a pillow. He squeezed his eyes shut and concentrated on not thinking. Don't think about how and why you got there. Don't think about your family being gone, or how many people died in the bed you're in. Don't think about school. The voices. Potter. Mom.Dad..Dad..tears started to leak through his shut eyes. Don't..don't think. His heart clenched and he felt nausea to the bottom of his stomach. A sob escaped him, but he quickly stifled it, and buried his head deeper into the pillows and squeezed his eyes shut tighter.
And suddenly, one of the voices broke past the quiet barrier.
Heh, there's no reason to get so worked up, I have a job to do, I am only here to help, and I can't help if I have no information, which I intend to get when you'll so kindly step aside."
"You can't-"
"Stop," the other voice interrupted," I'll tell you what can't there are. I CAN'T wait, you CAN'T tell me what to do. And you Can't stop me." And with that the door opened (much more aggressively then need be).
Draco quickly dried his stray tears from under his pillow, and sat up to face the man. He didn't believe in hiding. It never did much good.
The man strode in and flipped on the lights. Florescent hospital lights that were blinding to Draco. Being thrown into the world of light was not pleasant to him. Draco squinted against the sudden glare to assess the man. He was tall, wore dark clothes.
Looked to be a dark blue suit, with no tie and white shirt, witch was unbuttoned slightly, maybe just one or two buttons. He looked pompous, too arrogant for his own good( and somewhat handsome,GODDAMMIT, with his brushed back sexy hair with a sexy lock or two falling in front of his,yes, somewhat sexy, face, covering his shrewrd and hard but still sexy hard blue eyes. But his suspcious expressions, and unappealing sneers ruined most of his appeal).
The man saw him and smirked.
"Good, you're up, I need you to answer a few questions for me." He smiled.
Draco laughed silently on the inside, "The man smiles like a snake," he thought.
His eyes strayed from the man and wandered around the lit room. It was immaculate. It was a hospital room. His eyes fell on a crystal pitcher, and matching glasses on a stand near his bed. He felt it was oddly out of place. He found his hand reaching for it.
"Boy, are you listening to me?" He demanded.
Draco further ignored him. He placed a finger on the glasses edge and started to trace the rim. A thin humming rose from the glass and circled the room.
"Are you ignoring me?" He demanded.
"DON'T." He took a step forward, "you IGNORE ME," he said angrily clenching his teeth, he put his face directly in front of Draco's. "Little boy."
Oh, ouch, was that supposed to hurt?
Draco continued his eye contact with the pitcher and glass set. This man was wasting his time, he wasn't nearly being entertaining enough.
"I'm only trying to help you, you know," he placed his hand on each side of Draco's bed, almost like he was trapping him.
Eck, hasn't this guy ever heard of personal space? Weren't there laws against this sorta thing?
"Tell me exactly what happened the night your mother murdered your father. Was there a fight? Did she mention any names? Was she worrying for anybody?"
Draco's hand clenched the pitcher's handle. Evil thoughts were going through his mind. As usual. His thumb stroked the smooth surface.
"I have come to a conclusion," Draco announced, as if the man wasn't there all that, "I.Don't.Like.You." He clutched the handle and heaved it at the man's face.
The look on his face was priceless, unfortunately, a large crack ran through the pitcher, oh and through the man's face too.
Chapter 2
Hospital blues
Draco awoke to the dead silence.
Everything so white, and blank.
The horrible infilterating smell of hospital attacked his nose.
He hated hospitals. Ever since he could remember, horrid things.
Suddenly, he dected voices,straining to be quiet drifted throughout the empty room, from the outside. Other then that, it was quiet. The room was dark. Dark and quiet. And alone. The voices were the only proof of human existence, and he wish they'd stop.
Draco glanced down at himself. He was wrapped in thin hospital bed sheets. He sighed and covered his head with a pillow. He squeezed his eyes shut and concentrated on not thinking. Don't think about how and why you got there. Don't think about your family being gone, or how many people died in the bed you're in. Don't think about school. The voices. Potter. Mom.Dad..Dad..tears started to leak through his shut eyes. Don't..don't think. His heart clenched and he felt nausea to the bottom of his stomach. A sob escaped him, but he quickly stifled it, and buried his head deeper into the pillows and squeezed his eyes shut tighter.
And suddenly, one of the voices broke past the quiet barrier.
Heh, there's no reason to get so worked up, I have a job to do, I am only here to help, and I can't help if I have no information, which I intend to get when you'll so kindly step aside."
"You can't-"
"Stop," the other voice interrupted," I'll tell you what can't there are. I CAN'T wait, you CAN'T tell me what to do. And you Can't stop me." And with that the door opened (much more aggressively then need be).
Draco quickly dried his stray tears from under his pillow, and sat up to face the man. He didn't believe in hiding. It never did much good.
The man strode in and flipped on the lights. Florescent hospital lights that were blinding to Draco. Being thrown into the world of light was not pleasant to him. Draco squinted against the sudden glare to assess the man. He was tall, wore dark clothes.
Looked to be a dark blue suit, with no tie and white shirt, witch was unbuttoned slightly, maybe just one or two buttons. He looked pompous, too arrogant for his own good( and somewhat handsome,GODDAMMIT, with his brushed back sexy hair with a sexy lock or two falling in front of his,yes, somewhat sexy, face, covering his shrewrd and hard but still sexy hard blue eyes. But his suspcious expressions, and unappealing sneers ruined most of his appeal).
The man saw him and smirked.
"Good, you're up, I need you to answer a few questions for me." He smiled.
Draco laughed silently on the inside, "The man smiles like a snake," he thought.
His eyes strayed from the man and wandered around the lit room. It was immaculate. It was a hospital room. His eyes fell on a crystal pitcher, and matching glasses on a stand near his bed. He felt it was oddly out of place. He found his hand reaching for it.
"Boy, are you listening to me?" He demanded.
Draco further ignored him. He placed a finger on the glasses edge and started to trace the rim. A thin humming rose from the glass and circled the room.
"Are you ignoring me?" He demanded.
"DON'T." He took a step forward, "you IGNORE ME," he said angrily clenching his teeth, he put his face directly in front of Draco's. "Little boy."
Oh, ouch, was that supposed to hurt?
Draco continued his eye contact with the pitcher and glass set. This man was wasting his time, he wasn't nearly being entertaining enough.
"I'm only trying to help you, you know," he placed his hand on each side of Draco's bed, almost like he was trapping him.
Eck, hasn't this guy ever heard of personal space? Weren't there laws against this sorta thing?
"Tell me exactly what happened the night your mother murdered your father. Was there a fight? Did she mention any names? Was she worrying for anybody?"
Draco's hand clenched the pitcher's handle. Evil thoughts were going through his mind. As usual. His thumb stroked the smooth surface.
"I have come to a conclusion," Draco announced, as if the man wasn't there all that, "I.Don't.Like.You." He clutched the handle and heaved it at the man's face.
The look on his face was priceless, unfortunately, a large crack ran through the pitcher, oh and through the man's face too.