"Sorry," he said, quietly.
She let out a breath of air, frustrated. "Where's Blaise? Blaise!"
Draco looked at the door and Blaise ran in, thinking there was an emergency. Bethany gave him an earful about his exercise routine and rest periods. Draco looked at the wall.
"Okay! Okay! I thought you... you know... healed muscles?"
"Heal muscles? Massaging works them loose, sometimes doing as much damage as working out. You two either stop the high-intensity workouts on the days I come, or you can find another doctor to help you! I can't let you two destroy his body. It needs to heal naturally!" she half-shouted.
"Ah... yes... ma'am," Blaise said. "Sorry... someone said that we should...."
"Well, they were wrong. Unless they can magically repair muscle tears... he can't work out every day!"
"Okay. Understood," Blaise said with his hands up.
Draco looked at her facial expression from the side and knew she meant business. Blaise apologized, again, and practically ran away from the muggle.
"I'm sorry," she said. "But he seems to be the one taking care of you. So, I wanted him to understand me."
"Yes... he is," Draco said, nodding.
"I just want the best for you, dear."
"Thanks," he said, and she started in on his massage.
It took a while, and though she was a relative stranger, she was good at her job. He fell asleep. When he woke up, he didn't know whether it was minutes or hours later, but he heard voices and slowly, with wobbly limbs, he got out of bed and grabbed his walker. He quietly inched closer and realized it was Blaise and Bethany in the foyer by the door.
"I don't ask many questions, not with what you are paying me to come here... but... I have to ask something. I'm medically and legally obligated to ask. But I'm unsure if I can ask him... with how he reacts to things. I don't want to hurt him."
"Yes, you should be careful, healer," Blaise said, gruffly.
"Healer?"
"Sorry, doctor. Draco's been through a lot. More than you can imagine."
"I can imagine quite a bit. Those scars... the muscle damage... his emotional state.... He wasn't in a coma, was he?" she accused.
Blaise didn't respond immediately. "No. But he's free, now. He's seeing someone for his... mental stuff and two other doctors. Don't think that I don't take his welfare seriously."
"But who hurt...."
"It doesn't matter who did it."
"It matters if they are going to hurt someone else!" she hissed.
Blaise growled under his breath. "They were dealt with."
"What... what does that mean?" Bethany gasped.
"Whoa... I meant that they were arrested, tried and conflicted. It was hushed up by the government. Draco's freedom and his remuneration depends on the 온라인카지노게임 not getting out," Blaise lied smoothly.
It wasn't like the Azkaban trials were in the muggle news, Draco thought.
"Oh... I see."
"That's why you had to sign a stringent confidentially clause even though you're not supposed to tell people. Mandatory reporting is for child and elder abuse. And usually, it had to be ongoing. Draco is free from it, now. You can tell that, right? All the equipment and you being at his beck-and-call?"