Draco had not expected it to look so colourful. This section, this ward of St Mungo's was bright, all along the section of the ward. NICU was covered with paintings; rainbows, toys, baby play-things. Even the windows, were plastered with baby hand and footprints; beyond which, lay the rooms, where the small incubators stood. He could see mobile's above some of the incubators, and the small life forms resting within them. Each room he walked past, looked similar, though there were subtle differences - not with the rooms itself, but with expressions held upon parents faces. He stopped at the end of the corridor, coming to the last room - this one did not seem as bright as the others, no matter how much colour was plastered over the walls. It had not stopped, the pained expressions, as parents looked on helplessly at the small life forms. Suddenly an alarm goes off in the room - Draco has only seen his work colleagues move this fast - Healers seemed to have come out of nowhere - he watched two of them lift a form so tiny that Draco could hardly believe it was a baby - and then the curtains surrounding the incubator were drawn - he felt as helpless as the child's parents - they had been steered clear from the room, now they were standing nearby him, both of them watching the curtain. The woman had her hand to her mouth; her face full of panic, the man's hands were on his head, clutching at his hair.

Draco felt like he should say something - though he did not know what. He did not know their circumstances - had no way of knowing or even understanding what they could be possibly be feeling or thinking at this moment. He didn't know how long he stood there watching - waiting - the curtain never moving - the alarm had been turned off now. Suddenly a titch in the curtain and it's pulled back - Draco can see that the baby is fixed up to something to help it, though he has no idea of what. This was all new to him and new to the wizarding medicine world. He knew that much. For he had done at least some research. A Healer was leaving the room, walking towards the parents ...

'She's out of the woods - for now,' he said. 'We'll keep a close eye on her ... but the next twenty-four hours will be critical - you can see her if you like ... but I'm afraid you still won't be able to touch her -'

Wordless, Draco watches the parents nod, they move back into the ward, walking in a sleep-like state. Until they sink into chairs by the bed - hands reaching out to each other, both of them staring - staring continuously at the small form in the incubator. The Healer, that had exited the room, had to been watching them - then he spotted Draco.

'Can I help you?'

Draco blinked at him, then showed him his license. 'Auror Malfoy, I was looking for the person in charge but well -' he looked around, there was no station desk in sight.

'Ah, well you found him,' he smiled pleasantly, holding out his hand. 'Dimitri Cartel.'

Draco shook it. 'Could I have a few moments of your time?'

'We'll have to walk and talk - nothing stops around here.'

Draco nodded, walking beside the man.

'So what's this about?'

'I'm currently running an investigation and a link came up to this ward.'

Cartel stared at him.

'We thought they were embezzling money and we found out that they were sending funds to this ward.'

Cartel blinked. 'We get lots of funding, from all over, from people who were grateful for what we've done, to people who just believe in what we do.' he shrugged. 'Most of the time we have no idea of who sends the money.'

'Most of the time?' Draco asked.

'Yeah - sometimes we'll get a letter or card informing us,' he pointed at a nearby wall, which had several pieces of parchment and cards attached to it. 'I put the ones we get up there, so the whole team can see - even though we're just doing our jobs, it's nice to feel appreciated, to know that we've done everything we possibly could.' he shook his head, 'it's never easy - and it doesn't get easier - we can't save them all - but we can give it one hell of a try though.'

'Your ward is fairly new, is it not?'

'Yeah, three years old now,' Cartel said, 'Why? It can't have anything to do with the embezzlement.'

'Oh, how do you know that?'

'I know where the money came from,' Cartel said. 'The Wizarding Publishing Company - one of their authors sends quite a bit of funding our way.' he sighed heavily. 'If it hadn't had been for them - this ward wouldn't exist.'

'What do you mean by that?'

'Exactly what I said, this ward was a lot smaller - we could only take the most severe cases - we had outdated equipment - without that money - all you see before you wouldn't exist. Whoever the author is - we owe them a great deal.'

The doors to the ward burst open - two Healers were rushing in, a small bundle placed in the cot-sized bed.

'What have we got?' Cartel said rushing forwards.

'Female - born just twenty minutes ago - respiratory problems - suspected collapsed lung.'

Draco watched as he looked down at the baby being rushed away - he wondered why - why would someone, who clearly cared about life and giving that life no matter how small it may have been a chance at living - write such violent scenes as they found their dead bodies in? James Evans had a lot to answer for ... not matter how selfless the bastard was. The man obviously did not care for the money, so he was incredibly rich or stupid, or both. It just did not make sense - could James Evans have another connection to the NICU ward, that Draco was just missing. It just felt personal somehow - glancing at those pained expressions upon parents faces, as they looked on - Draco was positive that it was a personal connection that James Evans had with the ward - Draco wondered what it could have been ... selfless ... yes ... but James Evans was still an annoying bastard, and Draco was no nearer answering his questions or finding out who in fact the man could possibly be - at this precise moment, James Evans could be anyone, and when he found him - Draco was going to have a few choice words with the man.