Hermione stood next to a patient, using her wand to take a patient's blood pressure. The poor guy was in need of seriously removal of some boils all over his skin, but it was standard procedure to go through all of this tedious stuff.
But through all these tedious excercises, she had time to think. Two weeks had gone by since Draco had found out about the boys and that alone gave her a lot to think about. But she also had to think about the relationship that was developing between the kids and Draco, which seemed healthy enough to Hermione. The boys seemed to have quickly fallen into a routine with him and they responded well to him, which Ron didn't like.
That was another thing on her list. Ron was apparently trying to establish a more . . . in depth relationship with her. He had asked her out the other day, just for dinner since "That guy" would watch the boys for her. She had politely declined, feeling more at home with her kids then out on a date.
And then there was Draco, who had obviously made a silent agreement with her about the way they would act around the boys. They stuck to small, civilized conversations when they around the kids and when they were alone, they sat in a semi-comfortable silence, each contemplating what to say to the other. Both had many questions but neither of them was willing to answer.
Just then, St. Mungo's receptionist, Janice Tibbet, came running into the room, looking frantic. "Healer Granger, you've got to come quick!"
"What is it?" Hermione said.
"Lisa's Daycare just brought in a little boy! He fell from the playground and was knocked unconscious! No one seems to be able to wake him up!"
Hermione's wand clattered to the floor as she rushed out of the room, following Janice through the halls, begging Merlin to tell her that her kids were okay. She stumbled down the stairs, trying to not to break her neck as she ran.
Janice stood aside and motioned to a door where tons of people stood. Hermione pushed through them, elbowing and yelling for them to get out of the way, not caring what anyone thought or said.
She finally made it into the room, rushing to the child's bedside.
"Damien. . . ."