"Nat... I'm sorry if I haven't... I'm not...interested in dating or anything...."
                              
"Relax, Harry. I'm happily married and not interested in your strange humor and work habits, but I might be suggesting that you should bend your no-friends rule and take Joel out to lunch or something. That boy stayed here all night waiting for you to leave. He slept in the patient room next door to you."
                              
"He did?"
                              
"Yep... left when you did. Must have set a Caterwauling Charm."
                              
"And how do you know that?" Harry asked worriedly.
                              
"Cass was on night shift on our floor, lucky for you. She watches your back, too. You have friends, Harry, and we do understand that you have problems trusting people."
                              
"Thank you. I really appreciate it."
                              
"No problem, now get going."
                              
He left and fixed Ms. Hurkin's sciatica and two mangled limbs before lunch. Draco was doing exercises when he came in. Draco quickly brought his arms to his chest, defensively.
                              
"I see that you're doing your exercises. Can I check your arms?"
                              
Draco nodded and Harry carefully picked them up and rubbed them out. When he deemed them satisfactory, he moved on to his legs. Harry worked under the blanket so Draco could neither feel nor see him. His knee was bad, very weak, and he had no muscles. His femur was dislocated, and Harry was glad that Draco was paralyzed so that he couldn't feel him put it back in. He opened his eyes to look at him.
                              
"Draco... I know you can't feel it, but I'm getting close to your upper thigh area. Is it alright if I touch you there?"
                              
Draco stared, but didn't nod.
                              
"Here, I'll phrase it for you, again. Pottah? Are you asking to touch my fine ass? And I'd say... why yes, I am. It is a fine ass, but I'll be keeping my eyes closed."
                              
Draco smiled and nodded, though he closed his eyes, too. Harry worked quickly, and soon the right leg was good as new... accept the muscle weakness.
                              
"All done. I don't want to move it until I heal your back and hips."
                              
Harry gave him his potions and ate his own lunch before heading off to his afternoon appointments. Draco was dozing when he came back as he had had a lot of physical activity today. Harry watched him and, slowly, his eyes opened. Draco blinked and smiled. Harry held out his hand, and Draco gave him his hand, again. He worked his muscles out, and then at the small suggestion to rub his shoulders and neck, Draco nodded enthusiastically and soon melted into the bed as Harry massaged him.
                              
"Perhaps, I should do this more often," Harry chuckled, and when he was done, he ruffled his hair.
                              
Draco jerked and glared at him.
                              
Harry chuckled, "Pottah... don't touch my hair!"
                              
Draco scowled.
                              
"Don't worry. I'll fix it," Harry said and grabbed the brush on the table and brushed it out. "There perfect once again."
                              
Harry watched Draco settle back down on his pillows, still sleepy, and he decided to wait until tomorrow to fix his other leg. Besides, Hermione was likely to send him a Patronus if he didn't leave soon. He left out of the hospital and Apparated to their house, not too far from Grandmum Molly.
                              
"Arry!" shouted Hugo and hugged him. Rose came next, jumping on him at full force, and she wasn't light anymore.
                              
"Kids, don't injure him!" Ron yelled and lifted Rose off him. "Sorry, they love their uncle."