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forty-five | doctor

ngl i been waiting for my gf to ask for an update but she didnt and i need attention so im updating out of my own free will what a shock

~no pov

Draco sat ashamed once more. His mother's words had sent him into a full-on flashback of his past attempt. He not only felt ashamed, but even more suicidal, guilty and embarrassed.

His parents were staring at him like he was mental. "Found collapsed, in a forest, by a stranger. Imagine if the press heard of this."

Draco scoffed. "Really, father? Is that all you care about?"

"Well, yes." Lucius began. "If the papers caught word of this, the Malfoy name would be tarnished. They don't need to know the Malfoy heir is an alcoholic."

"I'm not an alcoholic." Draco spat.

"I don't care if you're an alcoholic or not. Just don't ruin our reputation."

"Your fucking reputation?" The younger Malfoy yelled. "Your fucking reputation, of course that's all you fucking care about. You don't care that your only son collapsed in a forest alone because he ran after he drank too much and emptied his stomach."

"Draco-" Narcissa began.

"No, no fuck you too, mother." He shouted. "Fuck both of you. Neither of you fucking care about me. You're both useless, absolutely useless. I tried so hard to be perfect for you, father. I was the stupid, classist git you wanted me to be. I shut off my emotions, I was unflawed and I was powerful. And you didn't fucking notice. You never fucking did.

And mother? You didn't do shit for me either. Yeah, alright, father's an abusive git and he hurt you in more ways than one. But did you really have to give up being a mother? Do you think it was fun to grow up with maids loving me more than my own parents ever did? 

I'm sorry you two have issues that not even couple's therapy can solve, but did you ever realise it affected me too? I'm your son, your only son. And you fucked me up. You ruined my childhood, screwed up my mind and it's all because you guys can't be parents.

If you didn't want to raise me like normal parents did, you shouldn't have had me. Abortions exist. Condoms are a thing. Selfish bastards you are. I don't even want you guys here. I wish you could both just fuck off."

Draco let out a breath he'd been holding his entire life. He finally said everything he wanted to, in a not-so-Malfoyish manner, but he didn't care. He made his parents aware of how shitty they were, and he'd never felt better.

The room was silent, awfully silent. It was uncomfortable, like the car ride to the hospital after his attempt. Draco hated the silence more than anything in the world.

Except for the bright lights in the room. He had a raging hangover and the lights weren't helping. Nor was the shouting and the tension. He felt sick.

I relapsed.

Fuck.

He felt so sick, sicker than ever. Potter would be so ashamed of him, because he relapsed. He couldn't help it; feeling lonely made him want to binge. But then shame, oh the shame always overtakes the loneliness, and he had to purge.

And then he blacked out, like a fool. 

Would the doctor be able to tell he was bulimic? Would they notice a relapse despite him being mostly recovered?

I'll be fine. I'll be okay.

"Hi, you two are Mr and Mrs Malfoy, correct?" The doctor asked, shutting the door after entering. 

"Yes." Lucius replied bluntly.

"Do you know how your son ended up here?"

"Yes. He decided to get drunk and go on a run." Lucius explained. "And then pass out. In public."

The doctor looked unimpressed. "Erm, okay, well I'm Dr Lahiri, but you can call me Aayana. Draco wasn't too drunk, so that's not why he passed out. He passed out due to an empty stomach. He must've thrown up before going on a run, which was overexertion, so his body shut down."

im not a doctor so i waffled 

also idk if doctors can tell if ur a recovered bulimic and google doesnt help

Lucius disregarded everything she said for a moment to judge the woman. She was clearly coloured, definitely South-Asian. She was a female, coloured doctor. Lucius hated everything about her.

"Why was he sick?" Narcissa asked timidly. She didn't want to be hit for asking a question, but this was her only son. She had to make sure he was okay.

"I'm not sure." 

"Okay, well, I'm fine, so can I go home?" Draco was eager to leave. Any longer and she could probably find out everything he didn't want her knowing.

"I'd say, stay here for another day just to be careful. But when you're home, I recommend bedrest, take it easy. Drink lots of water and eat something that won't make you feel sick." Dr Lahiri smiled.

"Do we have to stay?" The eldest Malfoy asked.

"I'd recommend you do, but no. You don't have to stay, not until he's discharged."

"Let's go." He grabbed his wife's arm harshly and walked out, leaving the youngest Malfoy hurt, alone and afraid for his mother's safety.

Aayana sat down at the end of the bed and smiled at the blond. "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine." He replied quietly.

"I noticed you have Russel's Sign." She began. "And you passed out due to an empty stomach, whilst running. Is there something your parents might have missed?"

She knows.

The doctor clearly knew the answers, but she asked anyway. Draco guessed it was a formality to ask, but he didn't know whether or not to reply.

Aayana let the boy think for a bit, and wondered if he would reply truthfully. If he did, she'd have to get other people involved. She didn't know if that would be the best idea, because it meant bringing his parents back.

She got an awful vibe from the elder Malfoys. There was no love in that marriage, she was sure of it.

"Whatever you're thinking," Draco began, "not anymore."

"Anymore?"

"I used to. I'm recovered."

Dr Lahiri was sceptical. "Did you relapse?"

"No." He lied. "I just felt sick because of the alcohol. That's why I threw up."

I relapsed. I'm so ashamed of myself. Please don't give me that look.

She was giving him that look. She didn't believe him, but moved on regardless. "Are things okay at home?"

Next question.

"Yes, why?"

"Your parents don't seem very... loving, let's say."

Ah yes, they fight and my father hits my mother. That's just life though.

"They're fine."

Aayana frowned. She knew the boy had issues, and was afraid of being honest. She was still young, and knew the struggles of having a toxic household and shitty life. She remembered it all too well.

"I want you to talk to me as a person, not a doctor. If I promise to keep things between us, will you be honest with me?"

She knew this was risky, and could get her in trouble. But she wanted to help the boy, and that meant being a friend not an adult. Kids usually never trust adults.

"You swear you won't say anything?"

Draco knew this could get her in trouble, but he felt like he could trust the doctor. She had that comforting feeling. Maybe it was his mummy issues, but he wanted to trust her so badly.

"I swear." She smiled.

Here we go.