"Just some things that came up. Thanks, Nat. I got him," Harry muttered, and Nat left, closing the door behind her.
                              
"Higgs?" Draco asked.
                              
Harry raised an eyebrow and then broke eye contact. "N-Yeah... but you really got out of bed? Are you okay?"
                              
Draco's eyes narrowed. Harry's slip was a clue. Higgs was at least partially responsible for this. "I'm fine."
                              
"You're shaking and exhausted. Draco, you can't get out of bed... you're not strong enough, yet," Harry murmured, and wandlessly cast a Lightening Charm and other spells, before slowly lifting him up in his arms. "You might have severely injured yourself."
                              
"If I can survive a fall from a three-floor building, I think a bed will be alright," Draco spat, kind of enjoying being in Harry's arms. "But stop avoiding the question."
                              
"You also can push back your recovery... significantly."
                              
Draco glared as Harry, again, dodged his question. "I doubt that. Harry, tell me wh-"
                              
But Harry dropped him back into his bed and said, "If you get out of bed, again, while I'm not here, I will make sure that it doesn't happen, again, understand?"
                              
Draco's eyes narrowed. Was Harry trying to make him angry? "Harry... look at me...."
                              
He looked as far as he could away from his eyes.
                              
"Don't be scared. I'm here for you, Harry."
                              
Harry nodded. "I know. Thanks... but I just have to do this on my own. Everything will be okay, Draco."
                              
"Maybe... but you don't have to do this alone. Just tell me what happened," he urged.
                              
Harry shook his head, tears already glistening in his eyes. He looked so lost and unsure what to do. Draco realized that he shouldn't push him anymore tonight. Patience.
                              
"Okay, you don't have to tell me, Harry. Please calm down," he pleaded, and Harry wiped his eyes and nodded. Draco added, "How about you give me a massage? Cause that did bloody well hurt. I'm going to be sore, too."
                              
Harry smirked, some mirth returning. "You shouldn't be that sore... if you did your exercises more often...."
                              
Draco glared, but only for a second when Harry's hand touched his aching shoulder and began to knead it out. Harry worked his way down his body, thoroughly removing any aches and pains he had gotten during his adventure. Harry carefully healed his hip, which undoubtedly had a huge bruise on it. Harry's eyes would flick up to his face to make sure he was okay touching him there, but Draco wasn't remotely triggered by it. Merlin, other than relief, the only thing Draco could think about was Harry, and trying to guess what had happened to make him so scared to talk to him.
                              
The list wasn't pleasant. McGrath's trial was going on... maybe that was it? McGrath had gotten off? Or that Harry was being attacked here by Higgs? Maybe Higgs made a claim against him... and he's facing a hearing of some sort? Was Harry outed? Draco could tell Harry hated being in the media, again. But he couldn't be sure. The fact that McGrath's trial was happening... made him lean toward that. But what could have happened to make Harry so... afraid?
                              
"Almost done," Harry said, making his way back up to his neck.
                              
"Thank you," he purred, as Harry made all of his pain disappear.
                              
"You're welcome. I... I'm proud of you, Draco."
                              
Draco turned his head to look at Harry. "Why?"
                              
"You did get out of bed... for me."
                              
Draco frowned. "I fell out of bed for you. Harry... you don't have to protect me. I can take it."
                              
"I know, but I'm not ready to talk about it," he said, lowering his head, ashamed.