Galaxy

9

"Only in the darkness can you see the stars."

Harry paced in the waiting room, back and forth, back and forth. He refused to sit, refused to relax until he knew Draco was okay. 

He had been in the hospital since the night before, when he had collapsed. It was past sunset the next day now, and there was still no word.

He had to be okay.

God, what if he wasn't? Leukemia was terminal, he knew that, but Draco couldn't die. Not yet.

Harry would kill himself if that happened.

"Harry Potter?" a nurse asked, walking into the room.

"Yes?" Harry asked, rushing toward her, breathless.

"He's awake, and asking for you." She smiled at him in a way that made him feel as though she knew Harry's relationship to him.

"Thank you," he rushed out, before sprinting toward the room she pointed at.

He stopped in the doorway at the sight of him.

Draco was pale, even paler than usual. A small scattering of red dots littered one side of his neck. He was sitting with his legs dangling off of his bed, smiling at Harry.

"Draco," Harry whispered. He took a few unconscious steps forward.

Draco stood up, a bit unsteadily, and hugged Harry.

"Hello, how was your day? Are you doing okay?" Draco murmured as he pulled back.

Harry opened and closed his mouth a few times. This boy, who had been hospitalized due to leukemia, who had almost died, was asking him if he was okay.

This stupid, selfless, perfect boy.

Harry blurted it out without thinking about the consequences. He couldn't help it. 

"I love you."