𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕶𝖎𝖑𝖑𝖊𝖗𝖘 𝕷𝖔𝖛𝖊 - 𝕯𝖗𝖆𝖈𝖔 𝕸𝖆𝖑𝖋𝖔𝖞.

Chapter 63- Recovery.

We were allowed to visit Draco however, to our dismay he hadn't gained any consciousness.

I sat by Draco, viewing him. A white cast wrapped tightly around his right forearm and a white bandage around his forehead.

Bits of the bandage had patches of red blood.

There were no thoughts in my mind as emotions had overlapped me. Lucius repulsed me, how could a father perform such a horrible act on their own child? 

I had a strong urge inside me, to expose Lucius to his doings, but who would actually believe me?

I knew Lucius knew many answers to my decade-long unanswered questions. 

 I'd have to come up with an alternative but efficient way to remove Lucius. With any route I took, I was bound to hurt Draco.

  I sat by him in silence, brushing his light hair with my fingers. Narcissa and Lucius sat by on the chairs on my left.

Lucius stood up, sniffing with tears threatening not to leave his eyes.

He sat by Draco, as I venomously examined him.

What a pathetic man.

"My dear son!" he cried out. "How could such a brutal accident occur?"

This time, he looked straight into my soul. I could swear he was hiding a smile.

I wanted to choke Lucius for hurting my husband and having the audacity to make himself appear as innocent as a baby.

Lucius was going to pay for this. Lucius was going to pay for this. Lucius was going to pay for this. Lucius was going to pay for this. Lucius was going to pay for this. Lucius was going to pay for this. Lucius was going to pay for this. Lucius was going to pay for this. Lucius was going to pay for this. Lucius was going to pay for this. Lucius was going to pay for this. Lucius was going to pay for this.

I motioned my head toward Narcissa, she was staring at the void with tears imprinted on her cheeks.

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"Emerlyn, you should eat," Narcissa suggested, the night had arrived yet Draco had shown no signs of recovery.

"No." I had sworn not to leave Draco's side both out of love and protection. I feared what else Lucius could do to his son. "I'm not hungry"

"You may be upset with the world, but you cannot be upset with food." She replied, I separated my lips to speak but I could not think of a reply.

"I'm just not hungry..." I breathed, softly holding Draco's hand. "I want to be the first person Draco looks at when he wakes up."

"Well, when you feel like--you can eat.." she placed something shaped like a wrapped burger on the white table beside me.

"I suppose you'll be staying here."

I slowly nodded my head. "You'll have some company then."

"Did Lucius leave?"

"Yes...I told him too"

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12:45 PM

There was sleep roaming in my eyes, I was sitting on the chair beside Narcissa attempting not to give in to the strong desire to sleep.

Eventually, it all seemed too tempting and I eventually closed my eyes for a prolonged period, my head unintentionally crashing against Narcissa's shoulder.

Weirdly disturbed and both embarrassed, I woke up and sat straight again.

"If your planning to sleep on my shoulder, I don't mind." She stated, I looked at her and then at my shoes.

I had always thought of mothers-in-law as immoral creatures after their daughters-in-law in order to protect their precious sons.

However, Narcissa was nothing like that stereotype, she was welcoming and sweet.

I intentionally placed my head on Narcissa and let sleep gradually defeat me.

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This morning was more nauseous than the others.

I recalled the words of my doctor and knew if I successfully wanted to have an abortion, I'd have to take care of myself.

Over the past weeks, my diet had a major shift.

After the failed appointment, I had managed to have a few nose bleeds but they were less common now and the weight of the blood was lighter.

Draco had begun to make light movements. 

The nurses had stated this wasn't any news, as it was normal for the patient to create movements, but it didn't mean they were recovering. I was plunged into such a situation where no solution was standard to my satisfaction.

There was a small soul inside of me.

There was my father-in-law, who knew my silent identity.

There was my friend, Serena, struggling to live.

And here was my husband, who was half of my soul unconscious.

This was probably the lowest point of my entire life, every time, every single time the brave Emerlyn was able to create solutions for herself; or in other cases, time itself would carve out a solution for her.

This time, it all seemed impossible.

Suddenly, I felt a presence. A cold and unfamiliar presence. 

I motioned my head in the opposite direction to be met by the one and only Pansy Parkinson. She had a strange expression.

"Oh, Emerlyn," She said and paused. "I heard about Draco's condition, and thought I'd pay him a visit."

I couldn't be bothered speaking. 

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"You don't seem like you've been taking care of yourself Emerlyn," Pansy commented, I wanted her out of the room as soon as possible. 

"How come?" I managed to shoot a forced smile.

"You seem weaker than before." 

Just before I replied Pansy, Draco vocally made a sound, it was almost like a mumble. He gently moved his head and his eyelids.

"Oh!" Pansy exclaimed. "I think he said my name."

"Draco?" I mutter, ignoring Pansy's comment will full intention.

"Emer..lyn.." Draco cooed, and the excitement on Pansy's face slowly died down. "Emer..lyn"

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A FEW HOURS LATER.

Draco had woken up. There was fatigue visible under his eyes, his hair had grown fluffier as it hasn't been brushed, and his face was more paler than before.

"Draco," I sat right beside him. From the moment he had awakened, he hadn't uttered a single word; rather, he had chosen to stare into the void.

"If you're going to mutter about my father, then I suggest staying quiet."

"Alright, I'm sorry, I'm sorry for speaking ill about your--"

"Draco!" Lucius walked into the room along with Narcissa.