Harry just watched Draco go, and as the Healer left the room, Harry exhaled heavily. He didn't know what he had expected; too much, at least, and as a nurse moments later brought him a pen and some paper, Harry made a mental note to lower his expectations of regaining any sort of contact with Draco what so ever.<br/>With a quick scribble he wrote a note to Ron ("Hey sugar, wanna take me home? H") which he immediately handed back over to the nurse. He knew Ron would be here in a matter of minutes, and after the chilled exchange with Draco, Harry just wanted to go home.<br/>____________<br/><br/>Ron had come as quickly as expected, and had even brought Harry a spare set of clothes, Harry assumed Ron had been able to pick up at the Auror department (Harry appreciated that, as he in that moment realized that his uniform must have been covered with his own blood). Within half an hour of Harry sending the letter, he was dressed in a navy blue set of activewear with the Auror department's logo on his back.<br/>As the two left the room and headed to the nurses station for his formal sign off, Harry looked down the hall in an involuntary attempt to locate Draco. He must have been staring down the hall for a while, for next thing he knew, Ron's hand was on his shoulder calling his name.<br/>"What?"<br/>"Are you okay, man? You drifted off for a second there."<br/>"No, yea, I'm fine. What do you mean am I okay?" Harry frowned in confusion, and looked across the front desk at the nurse who was filling out his form in search of an answer, but found her looking just as worried. "What?"<br/>"Harry, you're bleeding-"<br/>Startled by Ron's words, Harry's hand found its way to his upper lip. As he moved his hand back into his field of vision, Harry saw that his fingers were stained with dark red blood, and he was only half aware of how the nurse called for a healer.