"Your girlfriend is calling."
"Fuck off." Harry doesn't know what Dr. Pomfrey wants. He knows that he is already her go-to person for emergency surgery. "I want to go home." He whines to the nurse manning the nurse's station, holding out a phone for him.
"Go back in time and don't get into med school." She chirps, winking at him, making him feel even more irritated.
"Harry, you better get down here."
Harry frowns at the first name usage. "Everything okay?"
"Draco Malfoy just came in through an ambulance." Dr. Pomfrey sounds grave. "He was stabbed."
Harry feels his knees weakening. The nurse gives him an alarmed look and offers to let him sit on her seat. "Is he going to be okay?"
"Harry I am not going to explain penetrating abdomen trauma to you," Pomfrey sounds grave. "Just get down here."
"Everything okay?" The nurse looks at him, confused and worried. She has never seen him like this before. Harry tends to keep emotions fairly close to his chest. It's why he got the job while the rest of the interns were left scrambling to find open positions all over the country.
"My mate has been stabbed," Harry says, numb. "I have to go downstairs."
"Oh, dear." The nurse gives him a sympathetic look. "How does it feel?"
"What?" Harry pauses in his weak gait to the elevators.
"Well," The nurse winces, thinking she shouldn't have said anything. "Mates can feel each other's pain in extreme circumstances, remember? You should be feeling everything your mate is."
"I don't feel anything," Harry responds slowly. Shocking her. "I don't feel it at all." Draco must be in grave condition. Harry should have been able to feel something but he didn't. Their bond is practically non-existent right now, but Harry should have sensed that Draco was fucking stabbed.
When Harry gets to the emergency room, he is informed that Draco has been stabilized already, and is upstairs in one of the private rooms. "Brace yourself," Dr. Pomfrey warns Harry. "The whole family is there."
"What happened?" Harry asks, still in shock.
"The mother stabbed him." Pomfrey's expression is tense. "She is in jail."
"Jesus," Harry says, feeling intensely guilty. "I should have gotten him out of there."
"This isn't his first time being here because of his mother, Harry." Pomfrey tilts her computer screen, which has Draco's hospital record toward her fellow doctor. "It's an ongoing thing. He doesn't always come to this ER, but he has been regularly checked in for one thing or another." All the hospitals in the city are connected, so Draco's entire hospital record is bared for Harry to see.
"Fuck." Harry lets himself swear for once, or perhaps he cannot help it. "It started when he presented." Harry notices that the pattern of injuries began when Draco was in his final year, the year he came out as an omega. As far as Harry can tell, Draco could have easily defended himself before that year. He was neutral with considerable strength. Being an omega is hard on the body. Without his alpha to defend him, Draco was essentially defenseless. Harry knows it's not his fault, but still feels intensely guilty.
"They never leave marks where the public can see, not that he leaves the house much." Pomfrey sighs and exits out of Draco's file. "It's these pureblood families. They have bad rules which continue for generations."
"I am going to kill her." Even if Narcissa beats the prison sentence, Harry will be here waiting for her.
"Harry," Pomfrey grabs his forearm before he can disappear. "She will not face charges. Draco is an omega under the Malfoys' care. They can discipline him as they see fit. The best thing you can do is get him out of there. Don't let him leave with them. If you hurt her, Draco will go back with them. You are the one who will get in trouble."
Harry nods tersely and heads toward the elevator again.