Revealed

Chapter Eleven

"I need suction here." Draco said behind his hospital mask. His gloves were smeared in blood as he works on the 10 month old baby boy he delivered earlier in the year. He had been born early and with birth defects. If Draco had not been the one to deliver him, he would have died soon after or during labour. The poor little boy, not even a year old, needed to have his lung reinforced on account of being too weak on its own and deflating. He had been starved of oxygen and seized earlier and the parents being smart, rushed him in.

The nurses moved around Draco getting him supplies and doing as instructed. They did not want to crowd the small boy while Draco operated. "Collins. Prepare for closure." He had inserted a light weight but strong lung lining that would keep the lung from deflating on its own.

He was still half way into a difficult survey when a nurse rushed in holding a mask to her face. "Dr. Malfoy, your phone was ringing. It's Harry. He says it's your wife. She's on the way to the hospital." Time stopped and the people slowed around him. The beeping of the machines seemed to drawl out longer as his heart stopped.Draco whipped his head up.

"Hermione? What happened?" He demands.

"Harry said she was in pain. She's bleeding." Those words froze Draco's heart. No. Hermione. The baby. He looked at his team who had all stopped to see what the hold up was. He couldn't leave the surgery. This baby was his medical priority. Someone else would help his wife.

Draco shakes his head. That wasn't even a thought. "Collins. Take over now." He demanded and rambled off instructions to his team. "Keep him stabilized and close the incision." Draco moved away and walks toward the door.

"Malfoy! What are you doing?" A doctor demanded when he saw Draco near the door. "My wife and baby need me. They are my priority." There was no doubt that Draco would go to his wife. He wasn't losing her again. Or the baby. "I'm sorry." Those were his last words before he disappeared through the operating room doors.

"I'm coming Hermione, hold on."

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Hermione regained consciousness as nurses were wheeling her into St. Mungo's on a hospital gurney. People and faces were rushing by as Hermione looks around confused. Where was she? Where's Ginny? What happened? All she remembered before blacking out was the idea of going home to her husband. Her husband. Draco!

"G-Ginny?" Hermione breathes feeling a hand grasp her own.

"I'm here! I'm here Hermione just hold on. It will be okay." Ginny said rushing to keep up with the nurses as they wheel her to an operating room. The doors open and Ginny's hand drifted away.

"No-" she protested, not wanting to be alone when a new hand took its place. A much larger hand. A stronger, rough tipped hand. Her eyes flew up to see a pair of concern filled gray eyes.

"D-Draco.." she said in disbelief. "You can't be here! Your patients...the little boy-" he had filled her in on his day when he called to tell her good morning.

His hand calmly stroked over her cheek. "The only place I belong is right here with you. You and our baby is the most important thing in my life." The nurses were inserting an iv drip in her arm.

A warmth spread through her body as her husband cupped her cheek, making her eyelids heavy. Draco's lips ghosted across her forehead.