A/N: I'd like to thank Niveneh for reviewing the last chapter. :)
Disclaimer: Still don't own, of course.
Who Will Heal the Healer?
Neville pulled back, relieved the patient had finally stabilized. The Auror had started convulsing twenty minutes earlier, his magic lashing out to destroy the room. Crisis settled, Neville looked to his own arm. Pieces of destroyed furniture were lodged in it. Vanishing the bits, he was preparing to heal the cuts when a pain-filled cry echoed down the hallway.
Scowling, Neville cast a hurried healing charm – not enough to heal his arm entirely, but enough to temporarily stem the bleeding. That done, he hurried to deal with the latest emergency.
No one noticed he was hurt. No one ever did.