Tuesday, 3 April 10:30 GMT

Draco Malfoy, Sr. had convinced his wife to follow her usual routine; working her two-day shift at her Muggle hospital. She reluctantly agreed. Draco would return to Hogwarts after his own work shift at the Ministry.

o-o-o

"Morning," she smiled as she placed a tray of food on the nightstand. "I made some breakfast before work."

He sat up in bed as he looked around the familiar Boston penthouse apartment bedroom. He glanced at her, noticing she was already dressed for work in a blue, long sleeved blouse and black slacks. He smiled at her and then noticed the gold band on her left ring finger. He took a breath.

"You're beautiful, you know that," he said, swinging his feet over the side of his bed and then taking a hold of her hand.

She raised her eyebrow at him questioning his motives, "You were always the charmer back in school."

He laughed as he stood up, interlacing his fingers with hers. He noticed his own gold band. "I've always thought you looked amazing."

"You do realize we're already married, right?" she smirked at him playfully.

He pulled her in closer to his body. They shared a deep kiss. He felt such a longing for her as if he couldn't bear to release the lip lock. The pair ended up on the bed. When they finally broke the kiss, she looked up at him in wonderment.

"Okay, are you alright?" she asked smiling at him.

"Yeah," he said breathlessly, trying to figure out what was happening.

"I have to be at work in two hours and you have to be at practice in two and a half," she said.

"That'll give us about another hour under the covers," he wiggled his eyebrows.

"You are incorrigible," she laughed.

"I love you," he said, smiling down at her.

"I'm so sorry, Phil," she said as the scene drastically changed. Phil looked down at her. He saw the red plasma ooze through his fingers as he applied pressure to her chest wounds.

"Drew?" he said trying to make sense of everything.

"You were right, Phil. Your personal life is none of my business. Maybe you should go back to Lisa, Phil. She'll take you back. She's your match. Tell her you love her before it's too late. Life is too short."

He watched her turn her head to the side. Blood spilled from her mouth.

"Drew," he said, feeling her neck, desperately seeking a pulse. He shouted, "Drew!"

o-o-o

"Drew!" he shouted as he bolted upwards into a seated position. "Drew!"

Mediwizard Draco, Jr. was passing by on his way back from checking on a few Quidditch injuries. He waved his wand casting Muffliato so the rest of the Hospital Wing wouldn't be alarmed.

"Phillip," Junior held up his hands trying to get the patient's attention. He grabbed Phillip by the upper arms. The patient took in a breath, realizing where he was.

"Drew?" Phillip asked, his voice cracking. "Is she still in the O.R."

The Mediwizard took in a breath before choosing his words wisely, "It's been two days since we moved her to her ICU room."

"What day is it?" the patient asked as he pushed his blanket off his legs.

"Whoa," Draco put his hands up stopping the older man from attempting to leave his bed. "It's Tuesday, April 3rd."

"I need to see her," Phillip said as he was about to swing his legs over the side of the hospital bed.

"Hold on now," Junior said. "I need to do some diagnostics on you before I can let you leave the room."

Phillip seemed like he wanted to argue but he knew Drew's brother wasn't going to budge. He stared up at the ceiling.

"I'm going to check your reflexes to ensure no paralysis occurred, seeing as you're finally conscious and can respond appropriately," the mediwizard said as he waved his wand over the patient.

Phillip allowed Junior to do his diagnostics. Junior poked and prodded and ran his reflex tests for a half an hour. The mediwizard nodded with satisfaction at the results.

"So, will I be back on the courts anytime soon," the professional basketball player asked.

Junior laughed good naturedly. "You'll be jelly-legged for a day or two and your thorax will still be a little tender. I wouldn't go bulldozing into any defenses anytime soon."

"I play basketball not football," Phillip said.

"That's American football," Junior corrected him as the patient smirked back at him. "And I've seen you play before and I know you've never backed down from any challenge."

"Got it, Doc," Phillip nodded. He shut his eyes for a moment. "I want to take a shower."

"Okay," Junior said as he took a step back from the hospital bed to allow the young man to get out of bed.

Phillip swung his feet over the side of the bed and tried to push himself off. His knees buckled as his feet touched the floor. Draco caught his arm before he could slip. "Like I said, 'wobbly.'"

The mediwizard helped the patient to the bathroom of the private hospital unit. He nodded at Phillip as he helped him get to the sink.

"Your clothes that you came in with were freshened up," he said pointing at the counter. "I'll swing back in twenty minutes. You should be done by then. Please don't make me come in here to help you bathe."

Phillip laughed. The two nodded at each other before Junior closed the bathroom door behind him. He headed out to see what he could do about the patient's meal.

o-o-o

Tuesday, 3 April 11:30 GMT

The kitchen elves were made aware of the conscious patient. Two of the elves brought up two almost identical trays full of the lunch meal with one difference; the usual hospital wing bowl of gruel. Junior nodded his thanks as the two elves exited the hospital room. He checked his Muggle wristwatch; it was thirty minutes since he left the patient.

He rolled his eyes as he knocked on the door to the bathroom. "Alright, Phillip?"

"Yeah," the young man answered. He slowly opened the door, grabbing a hold of the doorjamb. He blew out a small breath as he nodded at the mediwizard.

Junior offered his arm. Phillip gladly took it as he stepped forward. Junior led him to the table on which the trays of food were placed. He set Phillip down in front of the tray with the bowl of gruel as he sat opposite of him.

"This doesn't look like any school lunch I've ever had," Phillip said as he tucked into the steak and shrimp meal. Junior laughed as he, too, started into his meal.

o-o-o

Tuesday, 3 April 12:15 GMT

Draco, Jr. helped the young man to the Intensive Care Unit where his sister lay unconscious. Phillip's knees buckled again as he saw Drew lying in the hospital bed. Junior waved his wand bringing a chair closer to the bed so that the young man could sit.

Phillip gently took a hold of Drew's hand. Draco squeezed his shoulder and nodded at him. Phillip nodded back. The mediwizard exited the room leaving the two friends in silence.

Phillip lay his head on his forearm as he continued to clutch onto the young woman's hand. Tears streamed down his cheeks as he said a silent prayer.