Honestly, Draco was convinced that the world was just taking a piss on him, when a nurse came running into his nurse, and stated who was there, and how he required help. Of bloody course Harry Potter would have to be lead in here, when Draco has only been here for a couple of months. He'd been doing so good with avoiding people from his past, but of course Harry Potter had to enter his fucking ward. Those are the only thoughts Draco had time to have though, before he got moving; he had a patient to tend to after all, no matter how much the name made him wince. He quickly got working, insisting to be professional about the matter.<br/>Not that Potter would notice how professional he was, seeing as he kept slipping in and out of a coma constantly. Draco found comfort in his years of experience, which caused him to stay calm, rather than panic like some of his colleagues were doing. He knew that most of the panic stemmed from the fact that they were working on Harry Potter, who was like the beacon of hope and shit. He won't even dare to imagine what'll happen when Potter suffers a natural death sometime in the future.<br/>"Get yourself together, and help me hold this charm, will you?" He snapped at an assistant, who seemed paralyzed with fear.