The next few days were gruesome for Draco. He spent the entire time at the Hospital pulling shift after shift as patient after patient came in with countless jinxes, injuries, and maladies. He was completely exhausted.
To top it off he'd gotten zero sleep because he'd been worrying himself into the ground about Harry. Needless to say, his subconscious was convinced Harry was in peril, and that he was alone. Draco knew this sounded ridiculous, but there you have it.
He loved that man more than words could say, but for some reason those words were…hard. Those words meant commitment, vulnerability, neediness, clinginess, and everything else Draco had tried his hardest not to be for years. But he was no longer his father's puppet.
Not even bothering to hang up his robes before flopping down, face first, onto the big brown sofa in front of the warming fireplace. He groaned.
Four more days. Four. Four whole more days. 96 hours, and he's home.
Before Draco knew it, he was wracked with sobs. Tears were streaming down his cheeks and onto the soft fabric below him. He sniffled and coughed, curling in himself, back towards the room, and whined.
He called out Harry's name as he cried, hugging himself. He was so lonely! How dare he! How dare he leave Draco here alone, by himself! The stupid git is going to get an earful when he gets home. He missed him, dammit! Missed him terribly!
A loud sob forced itself out of the blonde's mouth. By now his face was red, tear-stained and splotchy; the cushion of the sofa did not make a lick of difference compared to Draco's cries.
I need a hug…
Sorry to make everyone sad I promise next one will be fluffy and smutty. I just needed to unleash the angst first.
Night!