Blaise smiled. "Many Aurors were injured..."
Blaise's shoulders sagged as he looked up at the long staircase that separated him and his office. It was a little more then five hours since the walls fell from Azkaban and since then he had been on non-stop healer mode. It had been a while since something this big had happened, in fact as long as Blaise had been there nothing this big had happened.
Blaise groaned as he willed himself to walk up the stairs. It was times like these when he wished he could apperate inside Mungo's.
"Healer Zabini?" A small voice mumbled behind him.
Blaise groaned again and turned to look down at Jamie, he was working as an intern here at the hospital. Blaise sighed and crossed his arms. "Yes."
The boy blushed and looked down at the ground. Blaise had to admit he was a cute kid... "We have a problem..."
That woke Blaise up. It was rare that the other healers ran into a problem and mostly it was when some of the more stubborn Aurors where there, they seemed to always think that they were too manly to be in the hospital. They thought that because they had gotten themselves hurt they had to suffer through it. "Who is it this time? It isn't Boot is it?"
Jamie shifted. "No... It's..." He looked at the floor and scratched his head.
"Please, I'm dying to know." Blaise gave his office a longingful look and started down the hall Jamie running after him. "What room?"
"194"
Blaise paused and rubbed his eyes. "You do know that's the bone mending ward." He looked back down at Jamie who was a bright red.
"Yes, I know."
"You mean to tell me that you can't even fix a broken bone?"
Jamie looked up at Blaise and gave him a slightly pissed look. "I can mend bones perfectly fine, but he wont let us. He put a ward around himself and everytime one of us gets near, it shocks us."
Blaise's lip twitched upward as he started walking again. "Really?"
"Yes really!" Jamie yelled.
Blaise started to pull out his wand. "Now back to the first question, who is it this time?" Blaise grabbed the door handle to room 194, he pushed down and the door came open.
"Ron Weasley sir." Blaise's eyes widened and he closed the door again.
"I'm sorry, I can't help him, get someone else to help." Blaise mumbled.
Jamie's mouth fell open. "What!"
Blaise grimaced. Why him! He turned to leave.
Jamie pushed Blaise back towards the door. "Oh no you don't. He asked for the head healer now here you are and there he is! Go in there and act like a man, damnit!"
Blaise screwed up his face. "I don't think I will. I rather like being a woman."
Jamie stopped pushing and sighed. "Well, I can't make you if your afraid of Weasley.'
"Damn righ... Wait, I'm not scared of him!"
"He is quite a mean man..."
"He's just misunderstood."
"I can't believe he was a Gryffindor!"
"I can!" Blaise huffed crossing his arms.
"And that red hair!"
"How dare you insult red hair!" Blaise stamped him foot and grabbed the door knob. "I'll do it, but mind you it's just because I can't stand out here and listen to you ripping on red hair." With that he pulled the door open and went in.
Ron looked up from the bed he was sitting on, pissed. All he had done was broken his wrist, leg, hip and pinky toe, nothing to send him to Mungo's for.
He opened his mouth to yell at the man who walked in but he found himself unable to say anything. "Blaise?" He asked gruffly.
Blaise shivered a little and looked over at Ron. "It's Head Healer Zabini." He took a breath. "Mr. Weasley."
Ron's eyes widened. Blaise had just called him by him last name. Ron sighed and pulled out a cancer stick with his good hand and placed it in his mouth before lighting it with the same hand.
Blaise had yet to look right at Ron, and busied himself by reading what Ron had broken. Blaise's eyes widened. "You broke your right hip, left leg, right wrist, and your pinky toe on your left foot." Blaise turned around to look at Ron. "What in hells name were you doing?"
Ron let out a long stream of smoke. "Auror business."
Blaise wrinkled his nose. "You shouldn't smoke."
Ron took a rather long drag and blew it out towards Blaise. "And you shouldn't tell me what to do."
Blaise sighed and looked down at his hands. "This doesn't have to be so painful, just let me heal you then you can go on your way and I can go on mine."
Ron's hand stopped as it brought the cigarette closer to his mouth. His eyes hardened and he looked away from Blaise. "It's not painful, Healer Zabini."
Blaise's eyes widened. He knew Ron had dumped him because of the war and he had heard that Ron had changed, but he didn't think he had changed this much. Blinking a couple times he took a steep closer to Ron and pulled out his wand.
Holding out his wand over the broken limbs he slowly fixed the the hip, leg and pinky toe, his hand shaking the whole time.
If Blaise thought that Ron hadn't noticed how badly his hand was shaking, then he was in a deleriously false sense of security. Ron tried to remain calm, in fact he was taking deep intakes of his cigarette trying to enforce the feeling. It had been a long time since he had seen Blaise and old memories were hard to kill.
Blaise moved up to Ron's wrist, but in order to do that he had to leaned over the redhead. Blaise tried not to give it much thought and went on mending the bone. He started to pull back when he finished but was caught behind the neck by Ron's hand and pulled into a kiss.
He didn't really know how to react at first but soon he leaned into the kiss making it deeper as he crawled slowly onto the bed, letting his wand drop to the floor...
