"Draco I lost him," you sobbed. "It was all so fast-" gasp "And suddenly Pucey was there-" gasp "And then he was dead and everything was moving so fast-" gasp "And by then I already lost him, I could feel it in my bones – oh my God Draco he's gone, he's lost, I lost him oh my god Draco, he's gone, our baby boy is gone, and I feel so empty without him..."
Draco was simply sitting there, listening to your hysterics, but something seemed to have broken inside of him. He watched dully as the Healer barged into the room carrying a large needle. He didn't move when the pressure on his hand slowly diminished as your hand loosened its grip on his. Draco watched you slip into sleep, searching within for some emotion. He came back empty-handed.
"She should be quiet for the rest of the night. You should go home, get some rest Mr. Malfoy," said the Healer softly, placing a hand on his shoulder.
"I can't," whispered Draco. The thought of Adrian Pucey's body swam back into mind, and he knew he couldn't leave you again. Draco later hated himself for how wrong he was.
