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Ron walked in through the old doors of St. Mungo's. He only worked the nightshift a few times when he first started to work. All the new healers were typically left with all the odd hours that the older healers didn't want. After working a few months Ron was able to pick and chose the hours he had to work.

Night time at the hospital was different. It was just as serious and strick but somewhat less demanding for the healers. Although there were several exceptions, most of the patients were asleep so the healers had simpler jobs. They filed papers and took notes on the patients. It was rare that there was ever an emergency patient coming in at late hours. It seemed the most of the wizarding world got injured durring the day. Ron thought it was an almost laughable convienence for him.

"Healer Weasley," a small girl walked up to Ron with a clipboard in one hand. She had a long blonde pony-tail that swished back and forth when she walked and cheery blue eyes.

"Healer Gelly," the red-head said politely. "I was asked to come-"

"Oh, yes, yes," she said quickly, "I know, but please come with me quickly. I'm afraid that the matter is quite serious." Ron nodded in agreement and quickly put on his lab jacket and gloves. He followed Gelly down the hall. "We put him in a separate room," she said.

"Why?" Ron asked feeling rather stupid.

"Well, when he was brought to us, he refused our help...it was strange," the happy girl began to look a bit sad and confused. "He seemed to think that we would hurt him further, or something. It was aweful. We had to keep him away from the others so that he didn't cause some sort of riot." She finished explaining and glanced ahead of her once again. Suddenly, she stopped. "He's in there." She pointed at one of the private recovery rooms. The rooms were typically used for patients who had special needs and needed to be treated separatly.

Ron nodded to Gelly and slowly took her clipboard and walked into the room.

When he walked into the room and saw his new patient, Ron wasn't sure if he should laugh, cry or run out of the room while he still could. In front of him was Malfoy, Draco Malfoy, that was. He was slouched in the bed with pillows proping up his back. The blond hair boy stared coldly at Ron. But Ron didn't laugh, he didn't cry, and he didn't run. Instead he dropped the clipboard on the ground. The loud whack echoed in the silent room as the two former schoolmates stared at each other in a near comical way.

"Malfoy?" Ron said suddenly realizing that he had dropped his charts.

"Weasel." Draco watched the healer with distrust and lethargy.

"I was called in..." the red-head trailed off. "...I must have the wrong room..." Ron clumsily turned around.

"No...you...you have the right room..."

"But I got a letter saying that a patient called for me personally..." Ron stared wide-eyed at the man before him. With a sudden realization he saw that this was not the same Draco that he had known all those years ago. There was something very different settling in his intense grey eyes. Along with his usual anger and arrogance, Ron saw that there was a bit of sorrow in Draco's eyes. He instantly waved it off, clearly it was the...lighting or something. "I see," the healer said. He decided that it was best to treat the strange patient like any other patient. Ron had very rarely encountered a situation where he personally knew the patient, but occationally it happened. This was no different, he told himself.

Ron walked over to his patient and looked down at this clipboard. It have very little information about the patient other than his first name. He took the quill and wrote in Draco's last name.

"So," Ron started, "I hear that you are...injured."

"Obviously," Draco said bitterly attempting to sit up.

"Explain what happened," Ron said trying to sound as professional as he could. He tried his hardest to look anywhere but into those grey eyes.

"I was attacked," Malfoy said bluntly. Ron sighed instantly, this was going to be a long night.

It was close to ten at night by the time Ron had finished filling out Draco's patient form. It was near impossible to get the former slytherin to talk. Everytime he asked a question Draco gave him an unapproving look before he answered. They were never very clear answers, either. Eventually, Ron found out that the Malfoy was attacked while walking through some of the bad parts not far from Diagon Alley.

Ron found it best to give him a sleeping potion and then decide what to do from there. He couldn't help but think that Draco was over reacting, as he had done in the past.

"This will help you sleep," Ron said handing Draco a small pale-blue vial.

"I don't need sleep, Weasel," he snarled, "I need you to fix my wounds and let me leave."

"I'll have to run a diagnostics before I fix anything," the red-haired healer said beginning to loath his patient.

"Well, go on then," the blond growled.

"Drink this first," Ron said knowing that Draco didn't have any choice but to listen to him. He heard the grey-eyed man sigh and gave him the vial.

It took less than a minute for Draco to fall asleep. Ron maveled at how quiet and peaceful his former class mate could be.

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