FILTHY ~ Drarry Fanfic

Chapter 22

Four hours later, I walk out of the OR. It feels like the joy has been drained from the atmosphere.

As I walk through the halls, the nurses look at me in concern. I don't pay them any attention, as I quietly gather my belongings, walk out to my car, and crawl in.

When I'm completely alone, my stomach aches. As I wrap my arms around my waist, I let out a broken sob.

As tears start to stream down my face, I remember the boy's body. How mangled his insides were. How much he must of been through to get that way.

And as I completely lose my shit in the parking lot, I can't seem to care. Every fibre of my being wants to kill the bastard who hurt that little boy.

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When I get home, the house is empty. With a hollow breath, I walk upstairs and into the bathroom, where I close and lock the door.

Numbly, I strip from my clothes and step into the tub. After I'm clean, I feel completely filthy.

I end up laying in a ball, on the floor of the bathtub.

As the light starts to fade with the temperature of the shower water, I muster the energy to travel to my room.

Once I dressed in a pair of sweatpants and a jumper, I crawl in bed and pulling my legs up to my chest, laying my head on the pillow.

About half an hour later, my door creaks open and Charlie asks "Draco?"

I bat my eyes, tiredly, and order "Go away."

He's silent for a moment, before I hear him walking down the stairs. I can hear panicked murmurs below.

With a sigh, I push myself up and slug down the stairs. When I reach the kitchen, they look at me in concern. I take in a deep breath, before taking my medication.

Once they're done, I tell them "Not in a depressive episode. Just witnessed the worst thing that I've ever seen. Don't want to fucking talk about it."

They nod, before Hermione asks "What can we do to help?" I shake my head, before looking to Rosey.

Then to Fred, and Teddy, and even little Roxanne. A sob rakes through me and Molly instantly hugs me "What's wrong, deary?"

I let out a high pitched whine "I lost a kid!" She sighs and I release her to hide wipe my tears.

I hold my arms and to Rosey and Hermione hands her over, instantly. As I hold onto Rosey, I speak in a quivering voice "We think he was about three, but there's really no telling how old he was. His skin was mummified, from lack of sunlight, and he was severely malnourished." I kiss Rose's forehead and look to Fred and Teddy "Why don't you boys go upstairs with Roxy and Rose?"

Once they're upstairs, I tell them in a low voice "He had bite marks and cigarette burns all over his body. Found, naked, on the side of the road. His brain was swollen and his insides were-"

I set my jaw, trying to calm myself, before declaring "It looked like beat the living shit out of this little boy, with a metal pipe, like he was a pinata, and the candy was chunked up pieces of organs."

They look at me in shock and I take a deep breath "We started with a craniectomy, then moved onto his belly. Decided, after an hour of trying to stop the bleeding, that his spleen, stomach, colon, gallbladder, kidneys, and pancreas, would have to be removed."

"So, he'd be living in hell?" Angelina asks and I nod.

I take a deep breath and declare "After three and a half hours of surgery, his brain just dead. Too much trauma had been done to this little, frail, body, that he would have never recovered."