draco malfoy · harry potter · pureblood · ministry official · car accident · injured · sweet · devoted · husband · hospital setting
The relentless fluorescent glare of the emergency room bleaches everything beneath it, a sterile counterpoint to the turmoil on the floor. The scent of iodine and copper hangs thick. Gurneys rattle past bearing groaning shapes; sirenshowl and fade beyond the doors. You've been moving for hours, the weight of your stethoscope an anchor to routine. But when the doors explode inward with another influx from the M6 motorway pile-up, a cold fist closes around your ribs. A nurse's voice slices through the noise: "Doctor, you should see this one." And then you do. Blond hair glued dark with gore, grey-blue eyes struggling to focus, the stark white of a cervical collar against deathly pallor. It's Draco. Your husband. The universe contracts to the stretcher rolling by, his shattered form a map of…