"I'm sure the notice is somewhere on your desk, Harry," she said.
                              
He scowled and she shrugged. "Anything else?"
                              
"Add a half-goblet of Restorative Draught to his potion regimen tonight and increase the Regenerative Potion to morning and night until I say otherwise."
                              
"Righto," she said and left.
                              
Draco was still smirking, but looked away.
                              
"I'm blaming you for that. Somehow."
                              
Draco snorted and rolled his eyes. Harry's heart fluttered seeing him react to his words.
                              
"Alright, Draco. I'll be back in a few hours, okay?"
                              
Draco turned his head to watch him leave.
                              
Harry scolded his patient for daring to threaten his staff members and threatened to deny her further treatment if she ever did it, again. He then met Healer Pratt argued with him for five minutes about summoning him to his office and then another twenty about that he can't refuse trainees. When Harry said that there was nothing that he could teach them, Pratt blew up and accused him of trying to prevent others from learning his skills and monopolizing it. Harry said that this wasn't over as he left the office.
                              
Harry nearly slammed the door when he went to Draco's room but caught himself. He closed his eyes and took several deep breaths to calm down. He hadn't had an anxiety attack in a while. When he opened them, Draco was staring at him, almost worried.
                              
"Sorry. I don't handle stress very well anymore."
                              
Draco didn't look away when he came over. He seemed interested... concerned.
                              
"Yeah... there was more than one reason why I quit the Aurors. I had a... bad... incident... happen, and not too long after that, I had a complete breakdown in the middle of a training exercise. They wanted me to just get some help and come back. I left. I didn't want that anymore. That fear... that danger... I wanted to help people... without being attacked," he confessed.
                              
Draco still stared at him and nodded, like he understood.
                              
"Thanks... I'm not the most mentally stable healer here... but I'm the best at healing in the whole hospital. Can I check how your back and shoulders are doing?"
                              
He nodded but didn't look at him. Harry checked all his muscles and healed the few aches he found and gave Draco another massage since he liked it so much. Another knock on the door. Harry swore under his breath.
                              
"Harry?"
                              
Harry swore, again and Draco looked up at him. "Yes, ma'am. I'm in here."
                              
Head Healer Convaba came in. A nice woman in her sixties, who had been at the hospital for over forty years. "I went to your office, but the floor warden said you were probably here."
                              
Harry nodded.
                              
"I don't know why I even bothered giving you an office. Shall we go there?"
                              
"No, ma'am. Here is fine."
                              
Draco gave him a look, and so did his boss.
                              
"You always did like company. I wish you would make an appointment, Harry."
                              
"I'm fine," he said, knowing she meant a mind healer. She had been fighting him for five years to go to one, just like Hermione, but she still let him into the program.
                              
"Alright, I don't usually get complaints about you, but two in one day? I was concerned... so is your warden. Do you need time off?"
                              
"No. That patient threatened to get staff member fired."
                              
"She did wait an hour. She was upset," she said, softly.
                              
Harry lowered his head. "I have other responsibilities. I can't just drop whatever I'm doing."
                              
"You accepted her appointment for that time. It wasn't her fault that you failed to be there. Instead of apologizing for the delay... what did you do?"
                              
Harry went red. "Might have yelled at her."
                              
"And threatened to deny treatment. She had back pain for decades, Harry. She was a little distressed that you might deny her."
                              
"I wouldn't. She just... she was acting like a...."
                              
"Bitch?" his boss offered, and Harry looked at her. "Yes, I agree. But try not to threaten patients who are married to board members, please. They make a stink over nothing."
                              
"I can leave, you know?" Harry said.
                              
"You can, and it would be a loss to the hospital... and our patients, even if you move across the street. We won't be able to send you patients like Mr. Malfoy here. But we all have someone to answer to... so before you go all half-cocked on people... and staff members."
                              
"Pratt was a...."
                              
"I know. I talked with him. I explained it to him, but that doesn't mean I don't need to explain it to you. No healer reports to you, and you only report to me, got it?"
                              
"Yes, ma'am," he said, like a misbehaving teenager.
                              
"And you still have a duty to train new hires."
                              
"But...."
                              
"No buts! I didn't say teach him how to heal like you do. He needs to learn how to see what is wrong, provide empathy and compassion, why you give certain potions over others and know how to refer to you or someone else. You know how to be a healer beyond your impressive ability to heal physical injuries."
                              
Harry grimaced. "I'm busy."
                              
"All healers are busy, especially good ones, Harry. Your trainee could assist you... in things like your paperwork? That is piling up on your desk?"
                              
"I'll get caught up."
                              
"Don't misunderstand me. You need to take care of yourself, too. I will firecall Hermione if you don't start leaving at a proper time."
                              
"That's a little under the belt."
                              
"It's that or mandatory leave with a mind healer's permission to return," she said.
                              
Harry lifted his head. "I'll never see a mind healer, don't go there."
                              
"Harry, I wish you would...."
                              
"No. I had enough people in my head. Never again."
                              
"Harry...."
                              
"No. You make me and I'll leave. I told you that when I started here."
                              
"Very well. But I will sic your friends on you if it comes to it."
                              
"I understand," Harry said, his head bowed.
                              
"Alright, take care of yourself," she said and gave Draco a glance that he avoided as she left.
                              
He dropped his shoulders and checked the time.
                              
Harry turned toward him, a little red in the face. "Sorry. I figured she'd restrain herself more if you were here." He took the seat and wheeled it around to look at Draco, properly. "So, thanks. I can't handle too much yelling. It sends me back."
                              
Harry stayed there for a long time, just breathing in and out, getting calmed down. Draco just stared. His hand ticked a few times. Like he wanted to reach out to him. It made him feel a lot better that Draco cared enough to try.
                              
An otter Patronus suddenly came in, and Hermione said, "You were supposed to be here thirty minutes ago. Your nephew and niece are hungry!"
                              
He sighed. "I got to go. I'll tell you about it tomorrow. Okay?"
                              
Draco raised his eyebrows, confused, but didn't say anything. Today was a good day. Draco spoke to him, even if it was just a word. Harry was looking forward to when Draco would talk to him, again.