A/N: A new chapter for everybody!! :D I'm proud of myself because this was faster than last time :P

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Draco is awake!! Now what happens? Well, you'll just have to find out :)

Italics – past (third person POV)

Chapter 4: Tell Me

Draco closed the front door to his flat firmly; he jingled his keys and locked the door. As he walked down the small pathway, Draco pulled his coat tighter around his body. It was a chilly October evening; cold wind was whipping across his face. The blond ducked his head and quickened his pace to his car.

It was another one of those lonely nights that Draco had to live through for the past eight years. There was nobody he could talk to. He hadn't been in contact with any of his friends; it was just too dangerous to do so. Malfoy sighed and unlocked his car with his car key. He shivered once he was inside the warm car, away from the cold.

It was on nights like this where Draco would just drive around aimlessly in the London streets.

His mind was miles away; Draco was absently humming to a song that was playing on the radio. Almost every night, Draco would drive around the city. He was so familiar with the streets that Malfoy was sure he could drive with his eyes blindfolded. Of course, he would never do that. He was not suicidal.

Draco was driving toward an intersection when his mobile phone started to vibrate. He quickly glanced at his phone and saw that one of his Muggle friends, Jason, was calling him. The light was still green…

Draco took his eyes off the road for maybe about three seconds…

Green turned red.

Draco never saw; he wasn't looking.

Oncoming headlights were heading straight for Draco.

A horrendous crash. Another car rammed right into Draco's body. Metal scraping against metal. Glass flew at his face; some slashed right across his pale skin. Draco screamed. The phone in his hand flew and tumbled somewhere; pain burst from every part of his body. The car flipped over. Once. Twice. Three times and slid across the busy London street… other cars screeched to a stop.

Seconds… Minutes…

Draco groaned; blood trickled out from his mouth. Everything hurt. He could vaguely hear Jason's panicked voice. His mobile phone was miraculously undamaged. There was another person's voice… Draco didn't know who…

He let out a shuddering breath and closed his eyes.

Tired… So tired.

Darkness consumed him… and that was the last thing Draco saw.

Harry sat down next to Draco's bedside. The man was still resting; short little breaths came from the blond's lips. Draco no longer had the oxygen mask over his mouth; Harry gave him a test last night and found that the blond's lungs were stronger and Draco's body wasn't showing signs of stress.

Malfoy stirred; his blond brows furrowed lightly but he did not wake. Harry reached out and tugged the blanket down to Draco's midsection.

"Draco… Draco, can you hear me? Try to open your eyes," Harry coaxed. Draco mumbled and his eyelids fluttered. "Yes, try harder. I need you to be awake so I can do a test on you."

Silver orbs slowly revealed themselves as Draco opened his eyes. They looked to the side where Harry was sitting. Potter smiled warmly and tucked Draco's hair behind his ears.

"…Po-Potter…" Draco gasped; his throat was so dry and scratchy. "You… Why?"

Harry chuckled and stood up from his seat. "Why am I here? I'll tell you, but after I do the test."

Malfoy licked his parched lips. "What…" Draco swallowed with some difficulty. "You… Healer?"

The look on Draco's face made Harry laugh suddenly. He stopped when Draco winced; the sound was probably loud for Draco's ears. The man had just woken up after all.

"Yes, Draco, I'm a healer. From now on, I'll be your healer," Harry said softly, mindful of his patient. "You probably don't want me to be your healer, but I'm the best person to treat your injuries. So I'm sorry about that."

Draco closed his eyes and took in a deep breath. It burned a little but it didn't hurt. "I-I… No… I don't m-mind." He opened his eyes and tried a smile. "You helped… me?"

Harry was beyond relieved when Draco told him he didn't mind that he was his healer. But then again, it could be that Draco's brain was still foggy and didn't know what he was really saying. Harry thought that explanation made sense. When Draco continued to hold his eyes, Harry finally nodded.

"Yes, you were brought in last night… in really bad shape," Harry explained; Draco sighed and nodded. "I was about to leave but was called back when a nurse told me about your case. Do you remember what happened?"

Draco swallowed again and nodded his head slowly. "Car… I was in my car, driving. The phone rang and I-I looked away…" Malfoy closed his eyes and a pained expression crossed his face. "I was hit… and my car flipped over… So much pain… And then, I blacked out." Draco looked up at Harry and scowled.

'Ah, the old Draco Malfoy is back' Harry thought.

"Can I... leave soon?" Draco asked.

Harry frowned at his patient; he took out his healing wand. With a swish, Draco's blanket rolled down, revealing his body.

"I'm afraid you can't, Draco," Harry said. "You may not feel it… but you're more hurt than you realize."

"What… What do you mean?" Draco snapped; he was really scowling now since he was more awake. "I'm fine, Potter! I think I know my own body better than you!" He coughed a few times after yelling; his throat was parched.

"No, you're not," Harry said calmly. He knew Draco was just like every other patient. When they don't feel pain, they think they're alright. "If you don't believe me, try moving one of your legs." Harry waved his hand over the limbs. "Go ahead, try it."

Malfoy sneered at the brunet. "Is this one of your tests?" Harry merely shrugged and waited. "Fine, Potter. I'll move my legs."

Draco tore his eyes away from the man who he hadn't seen for eight long years. Never in a million years would he think that Harry Potter would become a Healer. Or that he would end up in St. Mungo's and see him. Draco sniffed and looked down at his legs.

Nothing happened.

Slightly panicked, Draco tried again. He didn't want to look up; he was sure Potter was staring down at him. Draco used all his willpower but neither of his legs moved, not even a millimeter.

"Why… I can't!" Draco cried; he looked up and saw Harry looking sadly at him. "Potter… What happened to me…" Draco shook his head and tried to push himself to a sitting position. Potter came up to the bed and pressed his hand down on Draco's shoulder.

"Your spine, the lumbar to be more exact, was misaligned. I straightened it out but I'm afraid your spinal cord was damaged. We have to re-grow those nerves." Harry told the blond; he pointed his wand at the headboard of the bed.

Draco tensed when his bed started to bend at the middle, therefore making him sit. He could stare at his legs properly now. It didn't look any different. But when tried to wiggle his toes, they did not move. His back was the major problem.

"I'm… I can't walk? Ever?" Draco asked quietly. He was too scared to move his arms but when he tried to move his fingers, they listened. Draco was slightly relieved.

"I can't say for sure," Harry answered; his hand was still placed on Draco's shoulder. "I'll try my best to heal you but in the meantime, you will need a wheelchair to move around."

"I'm a fucking cripple is that what you're saying?!" Draco yelled; he looked up at Harry, eyes filled with anger. "I bet you were laughing last night. Draco Malfoy, a cripple. A handicap. I bet you love this, Potter."

"I know you're upset, Draco…" Harry said; Draco sneered and looked away. "… But I just… I did not laugh at you. What I was… I was worried actually. It's been eight years… You disappeared after that night. I never got to thank you."

"Save it, Potter, and why do you care?" Draco muttered, his face was still turned away.

"I care because… I-I can't tell you. Not now," Harry whispered. "But please, let me help you. I really don't care you don't like me, but you're now my patient and it is my job to cure my patients. You have my word that I'll do my best to make you walk again."

"Whatever, Potter… Just do whatever you were here to do," Draco muttered. He didn't sound as angry now.

"Just relax, alright?"

Draco gave Harry a curt nod. Harry sighed and waved the white healing wand over Draco's head. The orange shield appeared and Malfoy let out a small gasp.

"It's just my diagnostic spell. Yes, I know it's different… but it works the same way."

Draco glared at the brunet who now looked like an orange. "Was that blue shield thing one of your spells, too?"

Harry tilted his head to the side, confusion written across his face. Then a smile appeared and he shook his head.

"Oh, that was not mine. It was a nurse, Natalie is her name. It was her monitoring spell."

Draco grumbled and crossed his arms. "Well? Why are you just standing there?"

"I'm waiting," Harry replied.

"What are you—"

Heart rate: normal. Blood pressure: normal. No infections detected in the lungs, fibulas, spine, sternum, and rib. Lung pressure: normal. Bruising, minor cuts: healed. Spinal cord: still need attention. Lower body paralysis.

The orange shield disappeared and Draco was gaping at the healer. Harry grinned and tucked the white wand back into his robe.

"I did say it was different," Harry shrugged. "Well, you heard what the voice said. Everything is fine, except for your spine."

Malfoy looked down at his lap. "Did you… did you heal all of those? Was I really in that bad of shape?"

"I fixed most of the skeletal fractures," Harry said; he sat down again. "You were… you were practically crushed from head to toe. It was a goddamn miracle your neck wasn't snapped. Your legs, the fibulas, they were so shattered I had to put the pieces back together like a puzzle."

"In other words, I was close to dying," Draco stated. "You should've let me die, Potter. Nobody would care anyway."

Harry was pulling the blanket over Draco when the blond said that. He paused, but did not look at Draco.

"That's where you're wrong. I care."

"Would you like to get out of this room?" Harry asked; Draco looked up from his book and smirked, but nodded nonetheless.

It was nighttime; Harry had left Draco right after doing that diagnostic test. The blond had asked to be left alone, but not before commanding Harry to bring some reading materials to his room. Draco had scoffed at Potter when Harry demonstrated his wandless magic (Harry had wordlessly made books appeared on the bedside cabinet). Now, three hours later, it was dinnertime and Harry was sure Draco would like some real food in his stomach instead of the IV drip in his veins he was administered.

Draco put down his book on the bed and arched his eyebrow at the green-eyed man. "Are you going to carry me there or something? I don't see the wheelchair thing you mentioned earlier."

Harry chuckled and waved his hand in the air. A chair that looked closely similar to the Muggle electric wheelchairs appeared by Draco's bed. The seat actually looked quite comfortable to sit in. Draco craned his neck and frowned; in the places where wheels should be, he found… nothing. He looked up at Harry again and glared.

"How the hell am I going to move sitting in that thing?" Draco asked, jabbing a finger at the chair. "It doesn't even have wheels!"

"You can move, I assure you," Harry said, smiling, "just let me get you into the chair and you'll see." Harry took a step forward and Draco looked at his healer with wide eyes.

"W-what are you doing?! Don't you dare touch me, Potter!" Draco warned; Harry chuckled and smiled lopsidedly.

"How else am I going to get you into a chair?" Harry held up his hand before Draco had a chance to say anything. "Before you say I can use a levitation spell, I'm not going to. A sudden usage of magic, ones that are not healing spells, on your body might have side-effects. I'm not sure yet. I told the nurses that they should wait two days before using magic on you."

"So you're just going to carry me to the chair and drop me down?" Draco asked disdainfully.

Harry sighed and put one arm under Draco's knees. "No, I'm not going to drop you down. You have to trust me, Draco." Draco sniffed and turned away; Harry rolled his eyes and put his other arm behind Draco's upper back.

Harry lifted the blond away from the bed and he noticed how light Draco was. He frowned but didn't say anything about it. Potter carefully set Draco into the chair; the other man immediately placed his arms on the armrests while Harry had to adjust Malfoy's legs so that Draco's feet were resting flat on the small platform.

"Are you comfortable?"

"How comfortable can I be? I can't feel shit from waist down. If I was blindfolded, I wouldn't even know if I was sitting or not," Draco grouched; he sighed when Potter just looked at him. "Look, Healer Potter, it's going to take a long time for me to… get use to this. I know we're both adults now and should put our pasts behind us. But… this is hard… You know? So I apologize for being an arse right now. I know you're just doing your job."

"It's alright," Harry assured. "I'll just tell you how this chair works shall I?"

Harry stood behind the chair and took out his healing wand. He tapped it on the chair and stood back. Harry saw the way Draco gripped the armrest as the chair floated upwards, about six inches above the ground.

"There's not much to say really," Harry said as the chair floated in front of him. It swiveled around so that Draco was facing him. Harry grinned when Draco looked astonished. "You see, I made it so that all you need to do is voice command it. When you say 'Go straight' it would go straight. If you say 'Follow Healer Potter' it would do so. The chair can also find people. I put my own memories, data if you will, into the chair. It knows all the names of the people that work in St. Mungo's. You don't have to worry about it following a stranger."

"Oh… This is… a smart chair," Draco said, failing to find a better word. "Is it ever going to run out of erm… magic?" Draco patted the armrest and looked at Harry uncertainly. "It's not going to die on me, is it? I would hate to be stuck in the middle of a hallway…"

Harry laughed and shook his head in the negative. "No, I'll make sure it's recharged every night." The green-eyed man walked to the door and waited. "Just for tonight, I'll have it follow me. You don't have to say anything. Shall we head to the canteen for dinner?"

"Oh… Sure. I'm famished. I didn't eat before I… had the accident." Draco's eyes darted away for a moment before they were on Harry again. "Well, lead the way, Po—Harry. I don't know where the canteen is."

Harry smiled and opened the slide door of Draco's room. He stepped out and watched as the chair floated towards him. Neither said much as Harry made his way to the cafeteria; he was walking by Draco while the blond stared ahead. As they neared the doors to the canteen, Draco finally spoke.

"I can't really call this a wheelchair can I? It's missing the wheels."

"You can always give it a name. But you would have to tell me the name though or else I wouldn't know what you are talking about. I can also make it that once you say its name, it would appear for you to use, but you would still need to call a nurse to help you get on it."

Draco scoffed. "I'll think about it."

Potter pushed open the doors and held it so that the chair can float through.

"Are you going to name it 'Harry'? I did, after all, made all the modifications. Before, it was just a normal chair."

"Really? Should I call it 'Harry Jr.'?" Draco asked jokingly; Harry was leading him to a table for them to eat at.

Harry pulled a chair away so that Draco's floating chair could be situated. Harry sat across from his patient and smiled.

"I wouldn't mind. Are you really going to name it after me?" Harry asked, batting his eyes in a flirting manner.

Draco's lips quirked; it was almost cute, the way Potter batted his eyes.

"In your dreams, Harry. And stop batting your eyes. You're acting like a girl for Merlin's sakes." The pout that Harry had on his face made Draco snort.

"Now, that's not very nice."

"I never said I was nice, Potter."

Harry smirked at the blond. "Jerk."

"Git," Draco threw back.

Both men looked at each other before they smiled.

It's good to see you again.

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A/N: Chapter four!! I wish I had a chair like Draco's… I can just sit and float around xD

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