Medical Miracle- Drarry Fanfic

Chapter 7

He narrows his gaze at me and declares "You were arrested, when you were seventeen, for conspiracy to commit murder, but you were found guilty. Why don't you tell me about that?"

I furrow my brow and ask "Do you remember that massacre, eight years ago? The paper wrote about how a fascist party had been defeated by a bunch of kids and like five adults."

He furrows his brow in confusion, before I roll up my sleeve and expose the dark mark "My father forced me to join the fascist movement, and the leader wanted me to kill the leader of the order, which was the freedom fighters."

I tap the dark mark and explain "After the slaughter, everyone with this tattoo was imprisoned." I roll down my sleeve and state "I joined the freedom fighters, in the end. That's why I was found not guilty."

He furrows his brow and asks "Did you ever kill anyone?"

I furrow my brow and declare "I didn't kill the leader of the order."

He sets his pen down, before asking "Did you ever kill anyone?"

I moisten my lips, before declaring "I have."

He instantly asks "Did you murder Thomas O'Doyle?"

"I loved him!" I hiss, looking up to him. He looks me over and I explain "I remember the explosions! I remember the fire! I remember seeing the people that I grew up with, die, screaming for their lives!" I scrunch my nose in disgust "And I remember fighting for my life!"

He nods, before picking up his pen and writing something down. He flips the muggle arrest file over and asks "You attended medical school. Where were you living, then? You left your address out of your application."

I brush my hair back with my fingers, before declaring in an annoyed tone "In my car. I was homeless for four years."

He furrows his brow, before asking "How did you pay for your house and uni?"

I sigh, before leaning backin my seat "My mother was sitting aside money from the family treasures, which I could access when in need. I was able to buy a house that was ready to be demolished, and built it up, myself."

He looks down at the file, before asking "With fifty thousand quid?"

I set my jaw, before declaring "It was a bit more than that."

He hums, before stating "Fifty-four thousand nine hundred thirty-seven quid and seventy-two pence." He looks up to me and asks "How did you supplement?"

I cross my arms and lean back in my chair "Does this really matter?"

He crosses his arms and insists "It does."

I sigh, before leaning forward and moving the hair out of my face. After a long moment, I speak, lowly "I did whatever it took to survive."

He gives a confused look, before asking "As in?"

I look up to him, before leaning back and declaring "That's none of your goddamn business."

He gives an annoyed look, before looking me over "You look ill, Doctor."

The itch that has been in my throat all day flares up, and I clear my throat, only to spiral into another coughing fit.

He immediately stands and receives a glass of water for me. When he hands it to me, he asks "Are you ill?"

I hum as I drink my water. As I sit it down, I explain "I came in contact with HIV positive blood. Got diagnosed, yesterday."

He furrows his brow and asks "Do you know if the person had AIDS?"

I nod, before declaring "His strain would've killed him within a year. I've got anywhere from nine months to four years until it progresses to AIDS." I furrow my brow and explain "I'll be dead within five."

He looks to me in concern "Did Thomas know?"

I nod, before explaining "He knew I came into contact with it."

He looks down at his file and asks "How many medications are you on?"

I furrow my brow and state "Seven."

He furrows his brow and nods, before speaking softly "I'm going to try to get you out of here, Doctor. Just tell me about the last time you saw Thomas O'Doyle, alive."

I take in a deep breath, before declaring "He showed up at my house, while my mother, my mate, and by roommate's son, where out for ice cream. The only other person that was there was my roommate."

He writes it down as I speak, and I sigh "Thomas showed up, furious." He stops for a moment and looks at me, questioningly "My medication for bipolar disorder wasn't the correct dosage, and I had had a bad surgery, which caused me to become slightly manic."

He takes a moment to just stare at me, before continuing to write "He had found out that I cheated on him, in a moment of insanity."

He looks back up to me, and I look down at my hands "He pulled me up the stairs, and we argued for awhile. I said some things that I shouldn't have." I look up to him, a sad smile on my face "Then he stormed out."

As a tear slides down my face, I tell him "That was the night he died..." I sniffle, before wiping the ter from my face "I think I was the last one to see him, before he-"

I cut myself off, before looking to him and stating "I think about it from the instant I awaken, to the moment I fall asleep."

He sits the pen down, before asking "Who did you sleep with?"

I furrow my brow and tell him "Harry Pottah." He gives a confused look, before I explain "My roommate." I cocks an eyebrow to me and I explain "He was tipsy. I was manic. We had impaired judgments."

He crosses his arms and asks "Do you still see this Harry Potter?"

I sigh, before declaring "I am seeing him." He gives a suspicious look and I explain "We grew up together, and he helped me through Thom's death." I furrow my brow and state "We didn't truly become a couple until a few days ago."

He picks up his pen and insists "We'll need to speak with Mister Potter." He looks up to me and declares "Today."

He stands and states "I'm going to speak with him, now."

As soon as the door shuts, panic runs through me.