Malfoy tensed up but stayed staring at the wall, silent, but that was usual ever since that first day.
                              
"Ready for our morning healing session?" Harry asked.
                              
Draco didn't respond unless you count trembling. Harry closed his eyes and double-checked his wrist. Everything seemed to be moving well. He then checked the elbow and upper arm and, after about an hour, he made it to the shoulder. He opened his eyes and Draco looked away. Harry knew that he was relieving a lot of his pain, but he didn't make fun of him for peeking.
                              
"Draco, I'm going to have to adjust your shoulder. It's out of position. It will hurt a lot, but it will feel better afterward. I'm sorry about the pain. Okay?" he said, softly.
                              
He didn't answer. Harry slowly popped it back in, and Draco's eyes teared up and he whimpered a little.
                              
"That was the hard part. It will feel better soon," Harry said and healed the smaller fractures and tears. He guided the arm and shoulder through several rotations and stretches until the arm had full utility, despite muscle weakness. "Alright. Left arm down. I'll move on to your right one after lunch, okay?"
                              
Nothing.
                              
"Okay, then. See you later, Draco."
                              
He turned and left, but felt Draco's eyes following him. He considered it progress. His next appointments were all outpatient ones, for things that were frankly minor, in comparison: a trick knee, severe arthritis and a shattered knee cap. All were done and dealt with by lunch, which Harry brought with him to Draco's room, with his paperwork.
                              
"Sorry, working lunch and I thought that you'd want some company."
                              
Draco didn't look at him or make a sound. Harry finished writing down Draco's injuries to his left arm, and then he closed the paperwork.
                              
"Alright. Let's see how the right one does?" Harry said, coming around to Draco's right side. It was a lot harder for Draco's eyes to avoid him. He didn't want to turn toward the door, but he didn't want to make eye contact. Harry paused and considered his level of comfort.
                              
"Draco? I'm going to move your bed to the other side of the room, okay?"
                              
Draco looked at him for a second, and Harry physically rolled the bed to the other side of the room. Draco turned his head away toward his left and to the corner of the room. He relaxed a little, relieved.
                              
"There you go," Harry whispered, and Draco gave him a glance, before looking at the wall. "Wouldn't want you to get a crick in your neck from looking right for so long, would I?"
                              
Harry sat down, closed his eyes, again, and worked his fingers, one-by-one. There was a lot more damage to his right hand. He went past his hour and then another. The injuries were that bad.
                              
"Healer Potter?" he barely heard. "Sir!"
                              
He jerked his eyes open and looked behind him. "Yes?"
                              
"It's umm... past time for your next appointment," the new floor warden said, hesitantly. He was afraid of him, still. Harry had at least asked for his name, though.
                              
"Thank you, Joel. I'll be out shortly."
                              
"Oh... umm... yes, Auror... I mean Healer Potter. I'm sorry that I interrupted you!" he ran out.
                              
Harry sighed and rolled his eyes. Draco looked at him, before looking at the wall, again.
                              
"He's fresh out of Hogwarts. A first-year during the battle. I haven't decided if he's worried that I'll hex him or is just that starstruck. It's situations like these that I'm glad I didn't stay in the Auror program. They'll either be scared shitless of me or want to prove they're better by trying to kill me," he grunted and shivered at that gib reminder.