Draco left Ron lying on the floor and headed straight for the hospital. He didn't stop to care about how the abusive red head was, at that moment in time Draco only cared for one person, his son. And at that time, he had no idea how his son was, he could only hope and pray Scorpius was, and would remain to be, alright.
Seeing all the people around him made Draco want to scream. He was not in a good mood and the crowd of chattering people around him did not help the headache he could feel coming on. He wasn't sure where to go, and had no real desire to speak to the bored looking witch sitting at the counter. He hesitated for a moment, and then jumped as a hand gently touched his arm.
He spun to face his mother who was doing a remarkable job of looking calm, despite the worry and the fears of losing her grandson. He noticed she was alone, or nearly. Rose was holding her hand, but standing behind her, almost as if to hide. One look at the little girl's face instantly told him she had been crying, but she looked up at him, trying to hold a brave face. Narcissa wasn't crying, which instantly told Draco that his son was alive, but not a lot else.
"How is...?"
Narcissa cut him off. "Scorpius is in with the healers. I don't know how it is going." She ran her hand through her long blonde hair wearily, feeling her actual age, and not younger like she looked.
"And Hugo?"
"He will be fine, he had a slight concussion but after a few potions he will be okay. He should be released soon, and Hermione will take him home." Narcissa replied, glad Hugo was okay but wishing she knew how her grandchild was.
Draco looked down at the silent child. Her lip was trembling so clearly she was upset, but she hadn't said anything. She looked up at him, then away again when their eyes met. He shot a questioning look to his mother, but she just shrugged. She had no clue what was going on in Rose's head; the girl hadn't said anything except to ask to stay with Narcissa.
Narcissa silently turned to head back to the elevator to get back to where Scorpius was, thinking they could see Hugo before he left with his mother. She felt a slight bit of hesitation from Rose, and glancing back she could tell the girl was struggling to keep her tears in. Narcissa stopped, unsure what to do; she had never had a daughter and her only child, Draco, wasn't allowed to cry or Lucius would beat him. So crying children was something new to her.
Draco noticed the hesitation in Rose and her struggle to stop herself from crying. His mother looked at him, a little lost, as he swiftly picked the girl up, holding her in his arms. To his surprise she didn't struggle, just wrapped her arms around his neck and tucked her head in. He then followed Narcissa, his thoughts drifting between worrying about his son and wondering what was upsetting the girl who was crying on his shoulder.
They stopped in to see Hermione and Hugo on their way up. To Draco's surprise, and extreme amusement, Hermione didn't once ask how Ron was, or what condition he had been left in. In fact, Hermione barely spoke. She mumbled something to Narcissa after muttering a small greeting to Draco and Rose. It was clearly obvious to everyone that Hermione was tired, and even more so when she agreed with Draco's comment about her going to bed when she got home.
When it came time for Hugo to be released, Hermione thanked the healers and wearily turned to leave. She put her hand on her daughters back, but Rose pulled away from it, leaning into Draco's arms more. Hermione looked hurt as she pulled back, but didn't comment – she just grabbed Hugo and left.
Draco headed up to where the healers were with Scorpius. He glanced through the window of the door, noticing how pale his son was, nearly blending with the ghost white pillow his small head rested on. One of the healers, a young man, directed them to the waiting area, promising to fill them in when they had news.
Draco sat down, arranging Rose so she sat in his lap. She had yet to say a word but had stopped crying at least. He glanced around the waiting area, somewhat relieved at how empty it was. Only two other women sat there, one in tears while the other comforted her.
Rose lifted her head and whispered something to Narcissa, Draco just watched on as the girl got up and followed his mother into another room, what Draco assumed was a bathroom.
He leaned back in the uncomfortable chair, glancing around the soft green walls around him. For the most part they were bare, save for some paintings that, to Draco, appeared to be painted by a monkey. It appeared that the designer of the room liked green; pastel green walls, brighter green artwork, dark green chairs...the colour was nearly making him feel green.
The girls approached and Draco found himself automatically reaching out and allowing Rose to sit back on his knee, leaning into his chest so he could put his arm back around her. He smiled at the girl who had so quickly become like a second child to him. She looked up at him, her eyes no longer puffy from crying.
"When can we see Scor?" She whispered softly.
"I don't know, soon I hope." He kept his voice as quiet as hers.
Another couple came into the room, sitting opposite Draco. They talked quietly amongst themselves, but kept looking up at Draco. He was beginning to get annoyed with it, so he tried focusing his thoughts on other places.
"Your daughter is beautiful." The woman sitting across from him stated, looking at Rose. He glanced down briefly, noting she was looking back up at him, gauging his reaction.
Calmly, he smiled back at the couple. "Thank you, she gets her looks from her mother." Rose smiled up at him, happy he didn't correct the couple. She didn't mind the people assuming Draco was her father, in fact, she wished he really was.
Narcissa smiled behind her hand. She too had noticed Draco didn't correct the couple, and she had seen the way he smiled at Rose, the very same way he looked at his son. She found herself hoping that Draco ended up getting together with Hermione. It was clear to her that they were as perfect for each other as a couple could be. But she didn't know how to get them to take the next step and get together; hopefully their kids would help out with that next step.
The young healer in green robes entered the waiting area, looking directly at Draco. He sat down beside him, casting a silencing spell around the Malfoy's, Rose and himself.
"How is he?" Draco quickly asked, carefully watching the face of the healer for any emotions or reactions.
"I am Healer Gray, part of the team of healers that works in this Spell Damage unit and..."
"How is he? How is Scorpius?" The healer scowled as he was interrupted, and he looked down fully intending to scold whoever had interrupted him. But as he laid eyes on the sweet little girl who looked to be bravely holding back tears he lost all his speech.
"He..umm..." Healer Gray took a moment to clear his thoughts. He was new on the team and had only just being informed that he had the unfortunate job of informing the loved ones of the victims in the unit. Seeing the worry on the blonde female intimidated him, so Gray looked away. He turned to the male, the one who appeared to be in charge. The man was doing a better job at hiding his fear, but his silver eyes showed every emotion that ran through him. Gray turned away from the pain, worry and fear that was running through the silver shadows. He tried to calm himself; the anxiousness of the family making him anxious. But it was the little girl that broke him. He hadn't noticed her sitting in the arms of her father, and he had no idea how to look at the innocent girl and tell her that her brother could die.
"Please, Healer Gray. Just tell us, how is he?" This time it was Narcissa who spoke.
Gray looked between all three, trying to decide who would be best to. Looking at Draco, he took a deep breath. "He was hit by Levitasalica, literally lightning spell. At full force this spell, used for controlling strong beasts, can severely injure or kill a person. Luckily, this spell was not at full force."
Draco raised one eyebrow; really wishing the Healer would get on with it, and tell him what was happening to his son. He feared the news though, especially with the way the Healer was dragging the inevitable on.
Seeing the look on the male Malfoy's face; a look Gray took to mean he was dangerous and getting annoyed, he decided to just tell them. "Young Master Malfoy is in a deep sleep."
"A coma?" Rose cut in. Gray looked down at her sad face, nodding slowly.
"Well...Yes, a coma. He has nothing wrong with him physically, but we will have to wait until he wakes up."
"What if he doesn't wake?" Narcissa spoke softly, her hands clasped together in front of her. Gray stared at her, noting how her position and her soft blonde hair sitting around her shoulders made her the classic picture of an angel. All she needed was wings.
Draco sighed, and cleared his throat. Embarrassed, the young Healer tore his gaze away from the graceful older Malfoy. "And if he doesn't wake? What are the chances he will wake sometime soon?"
"We..ahh, we see no reason for him to not wake and moment now." Draco relaxed slightly, then looked at Gray, Draco's silver eyes piercing the healers soft green ones. Instantly, Draco knew he was holding something back.
"Anything else we should know?" Draco began, watching as the young man squirmed under his gaze.
"It is possible..." He let his voice trail off. Draco glared at him, a glare that scared the Healer, making him spit out the rest of what he had to say.
"It is possible your son may have a bit of damage to his magic." At Narcissa's confused gaze he continued. "Like, his magic could be unreliable. Volatile even."
Draco took this into consideration. Deciding to deal with the last statement if the time arouse, he concentrated his thoughts other places.
"Can we see him?" Rose asked, looking at the Healer sweetly. He didn't speak, just nodded and turned to lead them back to the room where the pale boy lay.
Scorpius lay in a private room, his pale skin looking cold and waxy as if he were dead. Draco pulled out a chair, sitting on it, watching his son. The slight but steady rise and fall of his son's chest was the only indication the child was alive. Taking his hand, Draco found Scorpius was as cold as he looked. He turned to question the healer, but the man had disappeared.
Narcissa sat down next to her son, looking at her grandson as he slept. She knew he wasn't really sleeping, but he appeared to be. She desperately wanted the child to awaken; just seeing the light fade from her son's eyes as he watched his child struggling for life, was killing her slowly. She wished there was something more she could do to help, but all she was able to do was be there for everyone.
Rose gently moved the arms that were wrapped around her. At first they didn't move, but then they opened enough for her to climb out and up onto the bed. Draco looked up as soon as he noticed the lack of warmth where the young girl had been clinging to him. He watched her sitting on the edge of the bed, holding a pale cold hand within her own.
Scor, please wake up, please come back. I don't want to lose you! You are my big brother, my favourite brother and my best friend. Please, Scor. I need you. WE need you.