The Assistant ✔️

22-"Its for blood"

Hermione gasped, turning around and running towards the men's room, there was intact, Draco lying, unconscious against the marble flooring.

She let out a horrifying scream, and fell to her knees, grasping him in her arms and cradling his body.

"SOMEONE GET HELP!"she shrieked, tears running down her face.
The young man had followed her in, crouching down beside her, rubbing her back with soothing circles.

"Please Help Me!"she cried, turning to him.

The man looked around, cautioning that muggles where everywhere, and pulled out his muggle telephone, dialling the ambulance number against the pad.
"Ambulanza per favore"

The ambulance came around in a manner of minutes, Hermione and the young man carried Draco to the vehicle and sat down with him, Hermione was clutching Draco's hand, crying, and the man was comforting her quietly.

"Cosa gli è successo? Lo sai?" He asked the other man in the ambulance who wore a high vis jacket, that was bright pink.

"Non sappiamo al momento , ma scopriremo all'ospedale" he growled in a rough, tense voice.

Hermione's tears soon dried against her pale skin, and they had found the hospital after a few wrong turns.

They pulled Draco through the corridors and into a private room, where Hermione stayed, by his side, much to the young mans dismay.

"Darling, I think you should get some rest,"he asked, Concerned by his ex, and took her hand.

Her eyes where sore and tired, but she shook her head, and took her hand away, caressing Draco's face.

"Ray..I'm fine,"she moaned.

Ray sat straighter in the hospital chair, and smiled as she turned to look at him.

"I'll get you a coffee, love"he got up and left through the double doors, Hermione watched him leave and sighed, kissing Draco's hand.

"Ray is an old friend.. well, I used to be engaged to him when I was.. anyway, he's here, with me, for you.. Draco why didn't you tell me!?"she groaned, stroking the stray blonde hairs that had fallen over his face.

The staff walked over, checking the monitors, and pushing some kind of yellow/green ish liquid into a tube, and pumping it through his arm.

Hermione watched cautiously, eyeing the bubbling liquid that scorched the tubes, making them bubble and fizz.
"What is that?.."she mumbled, eyes full of fear.
The man didn't answer.

"What.. Cos'è quello?"she cried, standing up on wobbly legs.

"Farmaci per il sangue,"

"Perché?"

The man didn't answer, but walked away, half the liquid pouring out onto the floor.
Once he had walked off, Hermione pulled vile from her purse and examined the oozing waters.
It was thick, and bubbly, green and yellow mixed.

She placed a small swab on the skin of her wrist, and it oozed and bubbled, before seizing up and fizzing, drawing blood from that exact patch she had placed on her wrist.

Hermione Screamed, as it burned through her flesh, blood poured idly from the small hole.
She placed her wand across her arm and restored the skin back into her arm, cleaning up the blood, wiping her tears.

Raymond cane walking back holding a light cup of coffee.
"Babes what's happened?!"

"I think they put acid into Draco's tube!!"she screamed, showing him the vile.

He placed the cup down on the bedside table, and turning back to her, taking the small vile in his fingers and watching as the liquid rolled up and down the glass.
"How do you know?"

"I tested it out on myself,"

"When?"

"Just before you walked in,"

"And what did they say it was for?"

"Blood,"

Ray stood, staring down at Draco, and growled deeply within his throat, closing his eyes and turning back to Hermione.

Her mascara was smeared across her cheeks, her nose red, and her lips bitten at and swollen, her hair was disoriented, but she still looked like a goddess, a damsel in distress.

"Darling, come with me-" he said.

"I want to stay with him!"

He looked away, before placing a hand on the small of her back.

"Then we will both stay with him,"he kissed the top of her head, squeezing her waist, pulling her close.
"It's not acid love"
She twisted her head towards him.
"Well, if it's not acid, what is it?"
He looked down at his scuffed up shoe.
"It's for blood".