"I guess I'll just go soon, I'll be back soon." I doubt Harry even heard what I said. So I left Harry's flat and ran back to the hotel. You couldn't even begin to imagine how much it hurt to leave Harry's side again. But I knew that I had to. For both Harry and me.

Who Is That Man?

Chapter 3

After Draco walked out of my door I began to cry even harder than I already was. The man could have possessed the answers that I've been searching for nine years for. But no I had to go and push him away. If what he said was true, how the hell did I forget about everything? How the hell could I have just forgotten about him? My mind couldn't seem to wrap itself around that concept. I never forget. Something must have happened to me. Something or someone must have done something to me to make me forget about him. I began to get angry, really angry. Usually when I get angry or extremely depressed I go and take a razor to my wrists but this time I started to throw things. I threw everything that I could get my hands on, whether it was replaceable or not, was not something that crossed me mind. After awhile I started to shake. I felt like I was going to explode. Maybe if I exploded everything would be so much better. Maybe I'd feel lighter and not feel like I'm living in hell. Shit, maybe that really is what's going on. Maybe there are people out there who run my life and make it so horrible that I am forced to kill myself… they'd probably laugh the entire time. Maybe that's why I can't remember Draco… maybe they erased all of my memory of him. Even better, maybe it's time to take the pills the other doctors at the hospital gave me. I think I have about fifty different kinds, each from a different doctor who was "worried" about me. Pfft, I can take care of myself. I walked to the medicine cabinet and took out all of the bottles of pills, and tried to figure out which one I should take. I know each of the different kinds, the warnings of each, how much to take and how little to take, everything that a good doctor did, only my brain couldn't think past 'take them all.' So I did. The last think I remember seeing before passing out was the memory of Draco's beautiful eyes looking so hurt and betrayed, with traces of tears in their silvery depths and the with the thought of 'ouch my stomach hurts like a bitch.'

I'm not sure how I ended up in the hospital. I don't know who would care enough to come and find me in my home and then even bother to take me to the hospital. It's obvious that I want to die, so why didn't they just leave me there to do just that. No, now I have to lay here unmoving in the stupid itchy hospital cloths with the lifeless walls closing in on me. My mouth tastes like charcoal; at least I assume that it's the taste of charcoal, because I'm sure that's what they used to empty my stomach of all the toxins. It was after I realized that my foot itched, I heard a sound next to me. As I hadn't opened my eyes yet, I had no idea that there was someone next to me. I tried to open my eyes to see who my visitor was, but as soon as the very first thread of light touched my eyes, I groaned in pain and immediately shut them again.

"Harry…" my visitor was lightly patting me arm. "Harry… are you awake?"

"Nert wodar," I tried to speak but obviously I had failed miserably for when the man spoke again he was asking to repeat myself. "Need water," I managed to croak out.

"Sure, of course! Anything!" As the man when to fetch me my needed water I recognized whom the man was. It was Draco! My mysterious old friend and boyfriend whom I have no memories of. Why was he here? Why was he by my side even after I yelled and hurt him? If I were him, I wouldn't have been long gone my done. Before I could continue with these thoughts, I felt a colossal pain in my stomach, and continued to throw up a think black fluid. I knew it was charcoal.

"It's ok Harry, the quicker you get it all out the quicker you can leave."

"Yeah… sure, but first they'll send me to a psychiatrist, and probably send me to an institution for a couple of weeks where I have to write down my feelings in a special journal and spend the days doing the same exact thing." By the time I was done speaking, I felt light headed and weak. And very dizzy. Most of the poison was out of my system by now, and the charcoal shouldn't have hurt me to badly so I did not know what was wrong with me. I think it was the feeling of finally giving up. The feeling of finally realizing that I had no point to live. None at all… most of the friends I have are too absorbed in themselves or each other to even notice the kinds of things that I go through. And it's not like I have patients who really know and would be lost without their Dr. Potter. No… I felt weak and useless.

"Harry? Harry, you alright?" Draco exclaimed with worry.

"Why wouldn't I be?" I smiled up at Draco maniacally. This reaction caused Draco's worry, clearly written on his face, to grow. He must think I've gone loony… perhaps I have. Who knows? And just as quickly as the maniac smiles appeared, it was gone, and so was I.

No, you idiot, I fell asleep.

I woke up feeling a whole lot better than I did before I passed out. I still felt quite shaky, kind of like I was hit by a bus, but better. Opening my eyes without feeling like a vampire was a treat as well, and to make things, well, worse or better depending on how you look at it, Draco Malfoy was still by my side. Sweet, yes, annoying, yes. It's like he thinks I need to me watched over. It's not like I'm going to go on some big hunt for pills in the hospital and OD again. Ha, like I would do that where I work! Oh god… I definitely just lost my job. Lovely, another reason why I should die. Right at that moment, a doctor whom I didn't recognize walked in with a very stern expression on his face.

"Mr. Potter, I have quite a bit of bad news and a bit of good news. Sorry it's not the other way around but you've definitely dug yourself in deep this time. So which would you like to hear first?"

"…doesn't matter," I mumbled. Draco punched me in the arm, probably for being disrespectful towards the doctor who saved my life. "Sorry… I want to hear the bad news first." I glared up at Draco.

"Very well, first of all, you can't leave her right away. Second, you have two spend at least two weeks in a rehabitation institution." At Harry's audible groan the doctor gave one of those unamused glares and continued, "And last of the bad news… I talked to the board, I'm sure you know what board I'm talking about, and they have ruled to evoke your medical license for a minimal two years after which you will be monitored. After careful watch, your future as a doctor will be discussed and voted on. Depending on the results of that you may lose your license forever along with your privileges as a doctor." Shit. "Ready for the good news?"

"Oh please do kind doctor sir of mine." It took all of my self-control to not roll my eyes. Things like overdosing are very serious but jeez do they really have to lay it on thick? …yes, I knew it was coming and new the consequences… you know what, never mind.

"You're stomach is empty of all toxins. That is all. Your psychiatrist will be here to see you soon. Hold tight." With that the doctor left the room, looking back as he exited through the doorway and winked at me. Stupid doctors.