Yet Another Viktor Krum FanFiction

Chapter XIII

As a Mediwizard at Drakvarden Hospital, specializing in treating injuries caused by magical creatures, Damien had developed a keen eye for detail and a steady hand. He approached each patient with a sense of compassion and a deep respect for the intricacies of the human body. He knew that even the smallest mistake could have disastrous consequences, and so he took his job very seriously.

Despite the high stakes of his work, Damien found great joy in helping others. He loved the feeling of knowing that he had made a difference in someone's life, no matter how small. And he was constantly amazed by the resilience and bravery of his patients, who often faced unimaginable challenges and still managed to maintain a sense of hope and determination.

Of course, there were also moments of frustration and disappointment. Not every patient could be saved, and not every injury could be healed. Damien had seen his fair share of tragedies, and he knew that there would always be more to come. But even in the face of these difficulties, he remained steadfast in his commitment to his patients and his craft.

All in all, Damien took great pride in his work as a Mediwizard. He knew that it was not an easy job, but he also knew that it was one of the most important jobs in the world. And he was honored to be a part of it.

Damien was in the middle of his round when he felt a sudden, intense pain in his back. He stumbled and fell against a nearby table, knocking over some of the medical equipment. The pain was unlike anything he had felt since his first warding, and it quickly spread through his body like a wildfire.

Damien gritted his teeth, trying to suppress the pain, but it was too much to bear. He fell to the cold floor, writhing in agony, his breathing ragged and shallow. He knew what was happening - a new rune stave was being etched into his back.

As Damien sat on the floor, sweating profusely and trying to endure the pain of the new rune stave etching into his back, one of his colleagues walked into the room. The colleague looked at him knowingly and commented on his recent fascination with dragon ball appetizers.

"I told you to stay away from those dragon balls," his colleague said. "Those things give me terrible gas as well."

Damien rolled his eyes, debating whether to laugh or hit his colleague with a nearby chair. He could barely focus on the conversation as the burning sensation continued to spread across his back.

His colleague suggested that he take a break and let him handle the next patient. Damien agreed, realizing he needed to rest and find a way to manage the pain. He stood up, wincing as the etching continued, and made his way out of the room.

Asen's footsteps echoed through the dark and empty hall, the only sound was his own breathing and the tapping of his shoes on the marble floor. He had stayed late at the Ministry again, unable to shake off the unease he felt after the recent Quidditch attack. His mind was racing with thoughts of possible motives and suspects, and he didn't notice the pain in his back until it was too late.

The sudden jolt sent him stumbling, and he barely managed to catch himself on a nearby column. As he leaned against it, his breath coming in ragged gasps, he felt a burning sensation spread across his back. It was more intense than he had ever felt before, and he clenched his jaw in an effort to hold back a scream.

Through the haze of pain, his thoughts turned to his sister Amelia. He couldn't shake off the feeling that something was wrong, that she was in danger. The appearance of this new rune stave on his back only reinforced his fears. He knew he had to act fast, but he couldn't move until the pain subsided. He gritted his teeth and focused on taking deep breaths, waiting for the agony to fade so he could spring into action.