Day 26
1. Lucius Malfoy
2. A lightning strike
3. A human sacrifice
4. Draco Malfoy
The Things We Do for Family
Lucius watched his wife fuss by their son's bedside on their private ward in St Mungo's hospital. Draco had been practising Quidditch on their own pitch on what had been a rather sunny day when a freak lightning storm had passed across the manor grounds and Draco's broom had been struck by lightning. Whilst this wouldn't have been a problem had Draco been close to the ground, Draco had in fact been flying near the Quidditch hoops and Draco had fallen a substantial distance. Even though a House Elf who had been gardening at the time of the incident had been able to slow Draco's fall there was a slim chance Draco would survive the night.
"Oh Lucius," his wife cried, "Do you think he can hear us?"
"I believe he can, Cissi" Lucius responded.
"Draco," Cissi sobbed, "you are never going on that broom again or any broom for that matter."
"Lord Malfoy," a healer spoke approaching him, "can I speak to you privately for a moment?"
"Of course," Lucius responded and followed the healer out of the room.
"I am sorry," the healer spoke, "But there is little we can do for your son, he needs both a lung and kidney transplants but we don't have the time to wait for a suitable donor."
"I don't care where the organs come from," Lucius hissed, "I want my son to make a full recovery."
"It's not that simple," the healer spoke.
"What about my own?" Lucius spoke, "would you be able to use mine?"
"Lord Malfoy?" the healer responded aghast, "We cannot use organs off a live human."
"I am not stupid Healer Montaff," Lucius sneered, "I am asking would my organs be suitable to save my sons life even at the risk of my own."
"Yes my lord," Healer Montaff responded, "But..."
"No buts," Lucius said abruptly, "I am willing to do anything to save my son's life even if it costs me my own."
"Of course," Healer Montaff nodded.
"Now excuse me, I need to say goodbye to my wife and son," Lucius left the healer and walked back into his son's room.
"It's not good is it Lucius?" Cissi asked him, tears streaming down her face, "Draco isn't going to make it?"
"Draco will be fine," he comforted his wife, "I have spoken to Healer Montaff and Draco is going to get the best possible care."
"Oh Lucius," Cissi cried and wrapped her arms around him.
"I love you," Lucius murmured into his wife's hair and pressed his lips to her forehead, "Now I need to get back to the office, I will see you later."
"Lucius," Cissi cried, "our son needs us, the office can wait."
Lucius ignored his wife and leaned of his son's comatose form and whispered in his son's ear, "I love you son and I will always be proud of you, oh and take care of your mother."
"Lucius," Cissi said, "Please stay."
"I can't," Lucius replied and he gave his wife one last kiss before exiting the room.
Later that evening
Draco awoke to his mother sobbing at his bedside.
"Mum," he said groggily.
"Draco," Cissi cried, "I am so glad the transplant worked."
"Transplant?" he asked with a cough, at which his mother passed him a glass of water.
"You fell off your broom," his mother replied, "you almost died, they had to replace some of your organs with someone else's."
Draco nodded, "where's dad?"
"The office," his mother said shortly.
"Whose organs do I have?" Draco asked.
"I don't know," his mother said, "and I don't care, all I care that my son is alive and well."
"Mum," Draco said softly, "I think they might be Dad's."
His mother looked aghast before screaming for a healer.
"Lady Malfoy," the healer who entered the room said, "And Lord Malfoy I am glad to see you are awake."
"Did you transfer my husband's organs into my son?" his mother demanded.
"Your husband asked me to," the healer replied, "We didn't have any other organs that matched your sons, your husband decided to sacrifice his life to be able to donate his organs in order to save his son, I am sorry."
Draco comforted his mother as she cried into his shoulder.
AN: I know nothing about organ transplants