What If I Told You...?

Chapter 9

Draco and Petunia were watching Lily and James talk to the doctor. The doctor looked serious, and Draco hoped it was only because he was being professional, not because he was delivering bad news. The doctor said something, and Lily and James smiled and hugged each other tightly. Draco and Petunia sighed in relief.

The doctor told them a few more things and they nodded. Then, the doctor walked away, and Lily and James came back to the waiting area.

"He's going to be okay," James told them. "He might be a little out of it for a while, but he'll be fine."

"Thank goodness," Draco breathed out. Harry had scared him. Draco wanted to see him and tell him how much he missed him.

"He's asleep now, but he should be up in about an hour or so and then we can see him," Lily said, as if reading Draco's mind.

"We should go get some food while we're waiting," James suggested. Everyone nodded in agreement. Now that they weren't nauseous with worry, they found they were all hungry. They ended up getting some sandwiches from the hospital's cafeteria. Draco offered to pay for his own, but Lily refused.

"No, we got this Draco," Lily had said. Draco, knowing it was a lost cause, put his wallet away and thanked her.

They ate quickly, and were heading back to the ICU about forty-five minutes later. Their moods had shifted drastically from earlier. Instead of solemnly staring at nothing in particular, they were joking and laughing.

When they got back, a nurse told them that Harry would be awake soon and they could go into his room. They walked into the room to see Harry laying on a hospital bed, asleep. His head was wrapped in a bandage, he had a cast on his leg, and there was wires running his arm, putting fluids into his body.

The anesthesia that had used made Harry sleep peacefully, even though he had been through hell the last few hours. Draco noticed that his eyes didn't flutter like how they did when he fell asleep naturally. Draco realized how much he had missed Harry at that moment. He missed Harry's stupid jokes, his laugh, his green eyes. Draco just missed him. He felt silly for not talking to Harry for so long.

Then, a nurse walked in, saying that Harry was going to be up soon, so she had to ask him standard questions. As soon as she finished explaining what she was doing, Harry began to stir. He opened his eyes slowly and looked around. The nurse walked up to his bed.

"Hi, I'm Nancy. Can you tell me your name?" she asked Harry sweetly.

"Er, Harry... Potter," Harry said, taking a second to collect his thoughts.

"How old are you?" Nancy questioned.

"Sixteen," Harry answered.

"Great. Now can you tell me what you remember about what happened?"

"I don't know. There was a lot of noise and I think there was a green light," Harry said, looking confused.

"There was a green light. Your crash happened in front of a diner that had green Christmas light decorations up," Nancy explained.

"Oh," was all Harry said in response.

"Now, Harry, can you tell me my name?" Nancy asked.

"Your name?" Harry asked, and the nurse nodded. "Er, Natalie?" Harry said, more a question than a statement.

"Close, it's actually Nancy," Nancy told him.

"Is that bad?" Draco spoke up. For the first time, Harry looked up at Draco. Green eyes met grey ones, and Harry gave a small smile, which Draco returned.