A/N: Alright so the inspiration for this came from the latest episode of Combat Hospital. I just watched it. SOO romantic. :) anyway. It's definitely not exactly like the episode, obviously, however it has the same basic principles to it... kind of. Hope you enjoy it! I plan on updating a few more times before going completely off the map. College starts in a few weeks and I'm not sure what kind of time I'll have. I register for classes this friday! Wish me luck! REVIEW please! :D

Recovery or Morgue

Seamus Finnigan barely glanced up from the chart he was looking over as he walked down the hall he was supposed to be doing rounds on. He looked in on the first door and saw Mrs. Higgins, the old woman he had cured yesterday and was just getting some rest. The next door revealed Mr. Gregor, who was in a coma and had been for the last 2 centuries. The third door was Gina Torlani, a woman who was being treated by another Healer. He looked at the chart in his hands, unsure of what to do now. Hannah Borelli had passed away last night from a disease the Healers weren't able to cure in time. Now Seamus had her charts in his hands, and her recent death fresh on his mind.

Seamus shook off the memory of her final moments and put the chart away. He would deal with paperwork later. He didn't have time right now to look at all the paperwork and sort it all out. He had bigger things to do.

Suddenly, Healers were running, but no one was really talking about anything. Then he heard it. The slight wailing shriek of the Wizard version of an ambulance. Seamus followed the other Healers down to the Trauma ward. It was very likely they were going to need all the help they could get. He saw two other Healers his rank standing near the entrance. He made his way over to them. They would fill him in on his duties.

"There was an explosion. At a wedding. Multiple people were injured, only 3 deaths. No known plan of attack." Healer Granger said quickly as Seamus sidled up next to her. She was one of the best trauma surgeons around. And the doctor standing next to her was an arrogant dick. However he was an extremely good doctor and had every right to be arrogant.

The doors to the Trauma ward were thrown open and the medics rushed in with the patients. Granger took one and followed it to the surgery room. Whoever it was, he looked horrible. For him, it was surgery or death. Seamus found a patient for himself and started working. He quickly started healing people, and fixing them up, and eventually the madness of the Trauma ward went down. The healed sat in the waiting room, waiting for something.

Seamus walked into the surgery room, hoping that Granger had something for him to do.

He saw it was the groom on the table. Harry Potter.

"Hermione..." Seamus said stepping towards his friend. She grunted quietly, she was too concentrated on what she was doing to look up.

"Are you doing ok? You need me to do anything?" Seamus asked.

"I need to tell you some stuff. He was muttering it before he went under and I need to tell you so that I have someone else to help me." Hermione said as she worked. She wasn't going very fast, but Seamus knew that she was doing a damn good job on this surgery. Harry wasn't going to have a single scar after this.

"You can tell me anything Hermione."

"Remember two years ago, when Ron died? You remember how Harry wasn't as distraught as everyone thought he should have been? Ron had cheated on me. Harry was the only one who'd known. He had cheated on me with Lavendar Brown. And it wasn't a small affair thing either. It had been going on for three years. Harry had confronted Ron and they had had an argument a few weeks before the accident. Ron and Harry hadn't been best friends since they graduated from Hogwarts. But at that moment, they stopped being friends all together. Harry started seeing how bad a person Ron was. When Ron died, neither me nor Harry cried. We weren't happy that he was gone, but he got what he deserved."

Seamus listened to Hermione's story, hoping that this actually had something to do with what was going on right now. While he didn't mind relieving the past, Ron's death hadn't been a very sad experience for anyone. But it wasn't happy either. Towards the end no one had liked Ron. Seamus had known that Lavendar was cheating on him with Ron, but he didn't want that to get in the way of their relationship. She could do what she wanted with Ron, but everyone who knew the two men, knew that Ron was nothing in comparison to Seamus.

"Over the last two years, Harry and Draco Malfoy have become closer together. Draco is Harry's best man. I was about to leave for the wedding. I haven't seen or heard anything about Draco since the explosion. Please, Seamus. Find Draco. Find him and make sure he's ok." Seamus nodded. It hadn't been a secret that Hermione and Draco were in each other's favor. Seamus even heard from the aforementioned arrogant prick, that Draco and Hermione had an understanding with one another.

Seamus knew how much Draco meant to Hermione. Even just as friends, Draco was good to Hermione. Seamus walked up to one of the nurse's hoping she would have the answer.

She knew nothing, but Seamus was determined to find the Best Man. He walked out into the waiting room. "Is there a Draco Malfoy?" He asked out loud, and one person stood up. Every one knew that this wasn't Draco Malfoy. The fact that it was a girl gave it away.

"I haven't seen him since the explosion. How's the groom?"

"He's in surgery right now, our best surgeon is working on him and we'll have him right in no time." Seamus said before getting out of there. He had to find someone who knew where Draco was. He found one of the medics, they would surely know where he was.

"Draco Malfoy? No... haven't seen him. But let me clear something up with you. I dealt with all the dead bodies today, and he definitely wasn't among them. So at least he was alive when he left the wedding." The medic said, her Scottish tones hopeful. Seamus nodded and walked back towards the Hospital. When he found Hermione again, she was done with surgery and sitting on a bench in the middle of the hall.

"Any luck?" She asked not looking up.

"Sorry, love. Couldn't find Draco. But I asked the medic, and she says he's not among the dead bodies. So he's still alive. Don't worry we'll find him."

Hermione nodded and watched Seamus leave. She tried to remember why she had stayed at the hospital. What made her not go to the wedding when she was supposed to? Hermione put her head in her hands, then remembered one thing.

Seamus would have checked with the nurses, and the waiting room, and the medics because that made sense to him. He hated Healer Zabini. Blaise was the best doctor around and, sure he acted like an arrogant jerk, but he was still loyal to his friends and nice to those who deserved it.

Seamus would never have checked with the other surgeries, because he, like Hermione, had gotten straight to work and didn't pay attention to who had gone to surgery. The only other surgeon on call right now was Blaise, and Seamus hated him and wouldn't have even thought of going to see him. Hermione rushed off towards the other surgery room, hoping that Blaise had some idea.

Blaise would have had the intelligence and the loyalty to save his friend first then worry about the others later. Blaise would have been drawn to the unconscious body of Draco Malfoy. They had been nearly brothers since birth and would be drawn to Draco. Hermione found herself at the door to the surgery room, out of breath and her eyes wild. She was on the outside staring in, and hoping that whatever she wanted lay behind those doors.

She slowly walked in, unsure of whether she actually wanted to know or not. She didn't want to find out that no one had any clue where Draco was. And she didn't want to be told that he didn't make it through the surgery. But she did want to know whether he had been found or not.

"Yes Miss Granger?" Blaise asked not looking up from his surgery.

"Draco?" It was all that was needed to be said. Blaise knew what she wanted. She knew he would have her answer with one simple word.

She knew there was two words he could say. One of two words.

Recovery.

or Morgue.

She saw him look up slightly. She wasn't completely sure what he was going to say. She closed her eyes, preparing for the worst.

"479."