Saturday, 31 March, 00:01 GMT
"Drew," Phil said as he shook her a little. "Stay with me here."
Drew's eyes fluttered. She gulped as she looked into his eyes.
"Why did you do that, Drew? He was shooting at me," he said.
There was a moment of silence before she replied. "You stepped in front of me in that alley years ago," she gulped. "Now we're even."
"That's so lame!" Phil countered.
"I'm so sorry, Phil, about tonight," she said, gulping.
"Hey, none of this is your fault, Drew," he said, applying more pressure. She winced. "You know I had to come."
Drew shook her head for a moment as she took in a short breath. She looked up at Phil. Her eyes fluttered for a moment.
"I'm sorry. What I said about you and Lisa at dinner, Phil," she paused. "You were right," she said as she clutched at his shirt. Her hands seemed small against his chest. He took in a breath as she closed her eyes.
"Come on Drew, stay with me here," he said as he touched her face. She opened her eyes. He smiled at her. "I'm always right, Drew.
"What was I right about this time?" he asked. He was relieved when he heard her laugh.
She gulped. "You were right," she said again, pausing as she looked into his eyes. "Your personal life is none of my business. I have no right to tell you who you should and shouldn't be with, Phil.
"Maybe you should go back to Lisa," she said shutting her eyes for a moment. She opened them again, as a tear streamed down her cheek. "She'll take you back. You two are a match, Phil. I just want you to be happy."
She whimpered. She took in a deep breath. She gulped. Phil let out a slow breath as he could feel her grip on his shirt loosen. "You should tell someone how you really feel before it's too late. Life's too short, Phil."
"Yeah, Drew," Phil agreed, his eyes enlarging. "Drew, come on, keep your eyes open, please."
"I need to tell you something else, Phil," she said as a tear rolled down the side of her face. She searched his face.
"Drew, you can tell me later," Phil said as his eyes started to well up.
"There won't be a later for me," she said gulping looking up into his face. "I won't survive the night."
"Don't talk like that," he said as a tear fell from his face onto hers.
"I fell in love with you the first day you walked into Professor Kaiser's Year 10 biology class," she said, gulping, looking into his eyes. "Silly, huh? What could the cool American transfer student ever see in the class geek like me, right?"
"Drew," he said as he stroked her cheek.
"Go back to Lisa. She'll take you back. I just … want you to be happy, Phil," she said as she trembled. Her eyes fluttered as she turned her head away from him. "You should tell her you love her before it's too late … life's too short."
He watched her take in slow breaths, her eyes shut. He whispered into her ear, "I love you."
Drew's eyes fluttered. Phil was unsure of whether she had heard him or not. "Drew?" he said as he gently shook her. There was no response. He shouted, "Mr. Malfoy!"
"I got the gun," Mr. Malfoy said as he turned to look at the young man. He took in a deep breath as he rushed over to the couple on the floor.
"Drew," Mr. Malfoy said as he brushed her cheek.
"Everbleeders, Daddy," she said looking into her father's face.
"I know honey," Draco Malfoy said assessing her wounds.
"New potion …" Drew said as her eyes fluttered.
"Kills in half the time," Phil finished her sentence.
Mr. Malfoy gulped as he placed the gun down. "Listen, Drew, we need to take those bullets out. Then you can start the healing process."
"I drained her healing power, Mr. Malfoy," Phil said as a tear rolled down his cheek.
She looked up at her old fried and then turned to her father. "Dad," she said. Draco took in a deep breath. "It wasn't his fault. Mr. Schield used Obliviate."
"Okay," Mr. Malfoy said as he took a deep breath. "Switch places with me, Phil. Hold her shoulders down."
"It's too late, Dad," she said softly as the two men changed positions. "Everbleeders."
"No!" he said as he shook her shoulder. She cried in pain. "I didn't lose your mother this way; I'm not going to lose you."
"I'm so sorry, Dad," she said as Draco ripped her shirt open to get better access to the wounds.
"She's apologizing for everything lately," Phil said as he applied pressure to her shoulder wound.
"Hold her shoulders down, Phil," the older Malfoy looked into the young man's eyes. Phil nodded, seeing the sense of urgency in the older man's look.
"Drew, this is going to hurt," Draco said as he held his wand above her chest.
"Tell Mum, I'm sorry," she said as she looked straight into her father's eyes.
Draco's wand hand faltered. "Drew, listen, what are you apologizing for, huh?"
"For not being good enough to get into Hogwarts like the boys," she said as she searched her father's face, "for not being able to do magic; for being such a disappointment."
Draco was in shock. He took a deep breath as he watched her shut her eyes. He gently squeezed her chin. She looked up at him.
"How could you think that, Drew? Your mother and I are so fucking proud of you," he said as a tear rolled down his cheek. "You were younger than Mum was when you became a full fledge doctor. You've saved countless numbers of lives with what you can do. You are amazing, Drew. Don't ever think that you were ever a disappointment to me or Mum."
Drew cried again. She gave him a waning smile. "I love you, Daddy."
"I love you, too Kiddo. This is going to hurt," he said as he nodded to Phil. He quickly swept his arm. He flicked his wand.
Drew screamed as the bullets ripped back out through muscle again. Phil's eyes grew as he kept Drew's shoulders down. He said a silent prayer. He watched, as Draco was able to extract the two bullets.
The two men watched her arch her back in spasm and then lay still. Phil felt her neck for a pulse. He quickly shook his head as he locked eyes with the blonde wizard.
"You're the breather," Draco said as he quickly set himself straddling his daughter's hips set to give her CPR chest pumps. He felt for the notch where her ribs met in the middle of her chest and began a set of thirty chest compressions. He nodded at the young man. Phil blew three full breaths into his best friend before checking for a pulse. He shook his head at the wizard.
Draco took a big breath. "Don't you dare die on us, Drew," her father said before starting another set of compressions. Phil said another silent prayer as he concentrated on her face almost not hearing Mr. Malfoy asking for a pulse. Phil shook his head before breathing into her mouth, filling her lungs with air. He blew one last breath before whispering that he loved her again, not knowing or caring whether her father heard him.
For a moment, he felt as if the room were spinning. Phil shook himself out of his daze. He took in a breath as he thought he could feel movement in her carotid artery.
"I've got a pulse, I think, Mr. Malfoy," Phil said weakly as they watched the slight rise and fall of her chest.
Mr. Malfoy couldn't stop a whimper escaping from his lips. He smiled down at her. He looked up at the young man. He drew in a sharp breath as he watched the cut on his cheek heal in front of him.
"Phil, your cheek," the older man said as he stood up.
Phil felt for the open cut suffered at the hands of his grandfather's Cruciatus curses. He smiled weakly at her best friend's father knowing that Drew finally got her healing power back. He, too, took in a sharp breath.
"No, no, no," Phil said as he pulled her into his arms. "We need to get her to a hospital," Phil said, knowing that she would be more weakened after healing him.
"No," Mr. Malfoy said as he stood up.
Phil looked at him questioningly. He clutched her more closely to his chest.
"We need to get her to Hogwarts," the older gentleman said as he picked up the handgun.
Phil looked at him questioningly. He stood up with Drew leaning against his chest.
"A Muggle facility won't be able to help her. We'll need Heath to make the antipotion for this weapon. We need to get there now. Hand her to me."
"No," Phil said, as his legs seemed to wobble.
"Don't let her go," Draco said as he grabbed onto the young man's shoulder and waved his wand.