Paging Healer Malfoy // D.M. (COMPLETE)

Chapter Three

January gets off to an interesting start. It always does when Draco works the New Year's shift; drunk witches and wizards entering the emergency room with alcohol poisoning or injuries they have no recollection of getting. (Y/N) had covered Christmas Day so he could spend it with his family, as per demanded by Narcissa, but he had covered Boxing Day and New Year's to repay for that favour. He doesn't mind it either; he would rather be working than sitting in his empty flat with nothing but his insomnia to keep him company.

Draco has always liked January; the idea of new beginnings sits with him, offering him the opportunity to start again from scratch and build himself up.

His New Year's Resolution for this year is for him to finally be honest with (Y/N) about his feelings.

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January always brings with it the coldest weather despite the knowledge that spring is just around the corner. It brings with it red noses, warm scarves, and dragon's breath.

He stands with Vera at the admit desk; going through their latest stock intake and what they would need to order more of if the flu season should continue well into February.

"Is that my favourite Healer?" A feminine voice sings out from behind them.

Draco spins around; a smile already crossing his face, "Violet! What are you doing here? Is isn't a dialysis day?"

She shakes her head; holding up the pager she has carried with her since she was nineteen years of age, "I was sitting down to breakfast and this went off."

Draco's eyes grow wide, "It went off?"

Violet nods rapidly, "It went off, so I pushed my breakfast away, grabbed my suitcase and rang Jonathan from the tube."

Draco claps his hands together in delight, "That's great news. Did they say you were to get prepped down here?"

She nods, "A Dean Thomas rang me as I was on my way here. Told me to get the initial tests done here and then he'll come fetch me when the kidney has arrived."

Draco makes his way around the desk; holding out a hand for her to shake, "I'm so happy for you, Violet."

"Thank you, Draco."

He leads Violet into an empty exam room; making sure that there would be no-one to bother her as she waits for the green light to be taken upstairs.

"How are you feeling?" Draco asks quietly; calculating Violet's blood pressure.

Violet releases a long sigh of relief, "Happy. Scared. Relieved. Nervous."

Draco laughs, "That's a lot for one person to be feeling."

She smiles; eyes shining with unshed tears, "We've just been waiting for so long."

And she has. Draco had treated her all those years ago when she was rushed in by her then-boyfriend Jonathan. Violet had been feeling ill for over a month; it had started with shortness of breath, and then she started losing weight but retaining water in her ankles and feet leaving them swollen as well as complaining about blood in her urine.

Having had enough, Jonathan rushed her to St. Mungo's where Draco saw her and diagnosed her with kidney failure. She hadn't even known she had kidney disease; feeling well enough to continue her active lifestyle and her work as a teacher.

From there, Draco had placed her on the transplant list – desperate for a match for a nineteen year old who still had her whole life to live. She hadn't been out of Hogwarts a year; still very much a Ravenclaw through and through. After that, Draco had her assigned to dialysis which was where he saw her so often that a friendship struck up between him, her and Jonathan.