A/N: Thanks again for your lovely reviews - you guys are wonderful! :) ... now let's have a little bit Rose - Scorpius action again! I got a lot inspired by Scrubs in this chapter - I hope you'll like it :)

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Well
I know what I've been told
You gotta work to feed the soul
But I can't do this all on my own
No, I know I'm no Superman
I'm no Superman

Lazlo Bane-'Superman'

My worst day ever

Malfoy's not in a good mood (okay, that's the understatement of the century… he's in his goblin-mood) – plus I have the tiny little feeling it's because I've once again beaten him. News travel fast in this hospital and the following day after my heroic act Healer Spencer approached me and congratulated me in front of – yeah (you probably guessed it by now) – Malfoy.
The consequence is: I am on his ignore list but – speaking the truth: that's a lot better than being on his: I'm-going-to-make-you-regret-you-ever- set-a-foot-in-this-hospital list.

This morning he handed Kettylstear a paper with 20 reasons on it why his future career would better take place in a Muggle fastfood restaurant than in St. Mungo's. I think that boy was about to cry!

Those Malfoy-compliments continued through the day and right now he is busy bitching again because Boot actually had the nerve to address him twice on that fateful day.
"You know Greenie – annoying me one time today is basically your own pathological stupidity, annoying me the second time is inappropriate megalomania – so shut your trap, turn around and move out of this room before you'll be lying on the floor crying because I'm certainly going to hit you with something heavy again and again and again and again and again!"

Boot (now: dwarf-Boot) turns around and basically runs away while the incarnation of the devil a.k.a. Malfoy looks me in the eyes for the first time this day.

"What?", he barks and presses his lips together (wow – he's a serious competition for Professor McGonagall).

"Are you done behaving like a five year old? He needed your help!", I ask him – slightly exasperated – and he takes a few steps forward. Okay – I am not on his ignore-list anymore…

"If I had fucking asked about your opinion concerning my behavior today – I would have expressed it verbally - buhut your opinion doesn't matter to me since: A. you are a little, little annoying intern and B. (ha, what a wonderful, wonderful coincidence) I am your bloody boss. Thus I can say, shout, scream whatever I want and you have to do whatever I want you to do, whereas I don't have to give a shit about your babbling. So could you pleahease stop that nonsense coming out of your mouth?"

"Argh Malfoy you fucking whacker!", I am quite frustrated – Ladies and Gentleman: meet Scorpius Malfoy – Mr. I-can't-compensate-the-fact-that-Rose-Weasley-has-been-right-and-I-the-almighty-god-have-been-wrong.

"You're always going to back chat, are you?"

"Well someone's got to do that! I know that you are a merciless emotional cripple-"

"I take that as a compliment."

"- who only receives joy out of making people's life miserable-"

"Ah, the thrill of it…"

"- but I really thought you changed a little bit, since you arehealer in charge and obviously good at your job. I know it's quite funny to intimidate my dear colleagues but could you please reduce that to a bearable amount of insults a day? I am used to your crap and your undying love for sarcasm – however: they are not… and…and you are our fucking teacher…so teach us – and you are so not going to hear me say this again: I can learn a lot from you because I (contrary to all believes) don't know everything – and I want to learn a lot more."

Maybe he'll see sense now but I sincerely doubt that. As if he's ever listened to me.
I really thought he had changed but…maybe people like him never change – maybe they always stay the same like an apodictic law of nature.
I expect a tornado of swearwords but he's just standing there staring at me.

…
Creepy.

"You're right…I'm sorry, Weasley. I think I've fallen into old habits since you started working here…"

I gape at him, probably looking like a fish… what the fuck happened here? The world (as I know it) is obviously coming to an end – my law of Malfoy-nature just crashed – tremendously.

"Could you check on Mr. Trimple's cardio vascular levels?"

I'm still staring.

"Sure." I take the clipboard that he's offering me and leave – wondering if he gets a kick out of being such an enigma or if he has some disturbing schizophrenic tendencies.

Probably both.

"Fuck" – is all I manage to mumble while I'm looking at Mr. Trimple's cardio and blood levels.
This is not looking good. He is not progressing the way he should – he used some sort of vanishing spell and unfortunately his wand backfired badly. His legs and parts of his upper body vanished (thus a big part of his left lung is missing and he has developed a pronounced dyspnoea – which means he can't breathe easily).
I've already treated him with 'Emerging Solution' but he's not reacting and still unconscious. As far as I can see his blood pressure drops rapidly. I cast another 'Anapneo maxima' spell because the former one is wearing off.
I am fully aware that as long as we don't know what kind of vanishing spell he used – we can't help him… and -

he's going to die.

I groan frustrated and unwrap the chocolate bar that I wisely brought with me today.
I have to think of something to help that guy. I haven't lost a patient yet and I tend to keep it that way.

"He's not looking good.", someone behind me says – and I shriek (like the little girl I am) because I haven't heard anyone coming.

I turn around and look into the warm and friendly eyes of – Frederic Skeleton.

"Like to scare me much?", I ask and smile weakly at him.

"I'm sorry – I thought you heard me enter… but apparently you've been too absorbed by your thoughts about the patient."

I sigh heavily.

"Yeah… He cast a vanishing spell and his wand backfired – I think he might have been experimenting with those spells because it's an unknown one and now he doesn't respond to the medical treatment…"

"That sucks.", Skeleton offers – yeah, Darling. Indeed it does…

"I'm trying to think of a potion or a spell that hasn't been used already – but I can't find anything."

"The 'Emerging Solution' is not working?"

"No… I think I'm going to double the dose and add 5 Milliliters of a special 'Regrowing potion' – maybe his state is going to improve after that."

If not – I have to go to Malfoy...

"I hope it'll work.", Skeleton says and flashes me an affectionate smile. "I must leave now, Rose – I need to prepare a new treatment for wrong-used and permanent cheering charms."

He waves goodbye while I administer Mr. Trimple the new solution intravenously.

And then all I can do is wait.

The rest of the day happened in a blur.

I remember treating a broom-crash-patient when my glower started going all red.

I remember running through the corridor hoping that Mr. Trimple was not the emergency.

I remember standing at his bed and performing every bloody CPR –spell I knew – until Malfoy came into the room, lowering my wand-arm, telling me to stop.

Mr. Trimple was pronounced dead at 7.15 pm.

I was seen running out of the room at 7.16 pm.

It's 7.33 pm and I'm still crying my fucking heart out in the broom closet.
Shit, shit, shit.

"Fuck, Weasley", in case you wondered where that voice comes from – Malfoy apparently tracked me down and opened the bloody closet. Hurray – just the person I want to see now.

"Are you seriously crying because of that patient?"

"His name was Mr. Trimple!", I sob pathetically.

"Personally, I prefer to see my patients as patients and not as … eh… ehm… human beings.", the prick says and raises an eyebrow at my catastrophic state.

"Not everybody is as heartless as you are.", I growl.

But instead of making more fun of me and my life more miserable than it already is – he sits down and looks me in the eyes.

"Do you really think I'm heartless?", he asks and amazingly it seems like an honest meant question.

"Well you do appear like a robot most of the time – even you have to admit that your facial expressions are fairly limited.", I point out.

He chuckles (yeah, unbelievable I know) "I'm not going to deny that – but let me tell you something, Weasley: you have to arrange yourself with the thought of people dying in here. We can always try to help and do our best – but you realize that all we do is postponing an event that is going to happen sooner or later. We just keep the game going a little longer. I know you are a sensitive person but you have to distance yourself a bit from all that stress here – otherwise the hospital is going to eat you alive. You have to keep your mind clear – 'cause you have to make serious decisions everyday."

"I did make the right decision today, did I?", I ask scared shitless that it was my fault Mr. Trimple died – I could have called for Malfoy's help … Oh Merlin…

"Hey, you crybaby…", he says and then he does something I never thought would occur in this universe - ever: he puts his arm reassuringly around my shoulder, "believe me, everything you did was right."

"Then why does it feel so wrong?"

"That's the business, love – and I myself have chosen endless sarcasm, dark humor as a weapon against the sadness in this hospital."

"You forgot making Kettylstear's life hell."

"Ah, yeah… how could I forget that?"

"Yeah, how could you?" – I can't believe it. Malfoy has cheered me up. Quite successfully -because right now I'm finding myself laughing lightly. And he's laughing, too.
We are sitting on the ground in a bloody broom closet, his arm is wrapped around me and my head somehow found its way on his shoulder. It feels nice.

"I thought I would never see the day when Scorpius Malfoy is actually comforting someone."

"Oh don't you dare telling anyone! I might lose my precious reputation of being an insensitive, arrogant, conceited but nevertheless very handsome male."

"Nice description of yourself, Malfoy – and so fitting.", I grin.

"You are aware of the fact that you just admitted I'm good looking?", he asks – and now he's smirking again. Honestly how big is his ego?

"Oh get over yourself.", I slap him playfully and he chuckles (twice a day – that must be world-record!).

"Thanks, Malfoy.", I say – and I mean it.

"You're welcome.", he answers and smiles at me – that fucking honest to god smile… and I find myself getting a little dizzy in the head.

"I was wrong about you, earlier that day. You really have changed – at least a bit. I mean, you are still a pain in the arse but …the old Malfoy never would've helped me like you did just a minute ago… "

"Oh the faith you have in me… amazing!"

"Is it possible that this hospital kind of softened you?", I ask fake-shocked.

"Me?", he deadpans, "never!" – I laugh as he stands up and reaches his hand out to help me getting on my feet again.

"Okay, Weasley… I feel way too nice now… I need to say something mean again…"

"Mmh… how about: you look as if a Cleansweep just wiped across your face.", I propose, very well aware of the fact that I probably look like a banshee.

He laughs: "Not bad, Weasley, not bad."

"Thanks."

"That's something a fully dressed woman has never said to me before."

Argh. So typical! "You pig."

"Always at your service!", he replies, smirks and opens the door for me.

Wow.

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