(⚠️ WARNING - Mentions of: Anxiety, depression, PTSD/CPTSD, anorexia, Epilepsy)
- Draco POV -
I sighed in relief as I heard the distant sirens of ambulance...
"Oh my god, finally!" Granger sighed, almost all of the girls (Weaslette, Granger and... Lovegood) were now sobbing, and I swear I saw Weasel letting a tear or two escape.
I realise now, as the paramedics are rushing over with a stretcher, that we have gathered quite a crowd, and that Potter was... fully clothed? I didn't have time to think about this, however, as the paramedics rested the stretcher down next to Potter, and got ready to lift him onto it.
"Alright... 3... 2... 1... and-" two of the paramedics got hold of Potter under his arms and legs then pulled him into the stretcher, careful not to do anymore damage. All six of the people that Potter was with, followed the paramedics to the ambulance.
"Draco, that was incredible." It was either a lifeguard or a member of the public, but something sounded oddly familiar about that voice...
- Third Person POV -
All of six of the Raven-haired boy's friends followed him and the paramedics to the ambulance, not making a sound, as guilt pumped through their vanes.
"Uh-" One of the paramedics cleared his voice, "Only two people are aloud to travel with the patient."
The group looked at each other and nodded, making a silent agreement that Ron and Hermione go, still sobbing.
"W- we will sir." Hermione said, gesturing towards herself, then Ron.
"Right then, if you will follow me." They clambered onto the ambulance as it started moving, sirens blasting, "Oh and it's Raphael Davies, please, call me Ralph." He said with a friendly grin. Hermione nodded as Ron stared at his feet as another pang of guilt washed over him.
"Will he be o-okay," Hermione asked, sniffling.
"I'm sure he'll be fine, but he will need to stay on hospital for at least three days, since he is unconscious, to make sure he isn't suffering from anything more dangerous than nausea."
"Okay..." Ron replied sadly.
"Oh, and we need some details, what is his name?" Ralph asked.
"Oh umm Harry James P... Potter." Ron Said
"Right ok, Harry James Potter was that?"
Ron nodded
"Date if birth and age."
"Thirty First of July 1980, 27."
"Ok, and any Physical or mental disabilities or disorders that you know of?"
Ron looked at Hermione, clearly not remembering.
"Well, mental, he has Type 2 PTSD or CPTSD, Anxiety and Anorexia. And physical... oh and Epilepsy, but I... isn't that- oh never mind."
Ralph looked shocked,
"Wow. That's quite a lot- three mental and one physical?"
Hermione nodded with a slight "yes".
"Okay, and are these treated? Medications? Therapy?"
"Well he used to have a therapist, but stopped going as, somehow, it increased his anxiety. And he is on daily medications for anxiety and epilepsy, along with antidepressants, but he isn't diagnosed with depression."
"Right." Is all Ralph said, writing something down on some paper.
"What about the PTSD and Anore- we're here." Ralph said, as the doors opened...
Hello! How was that? Well I'm trying to get another Chapter out now, so the two people reading this story don't have to wait that long. Remember to request/comment as again, I don't really have a plan for this. Thank you and bye m! :)
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