"It's digesting okay. No signs of an ulcer or foreign objects. It's really small, though. We'll have to build it back up slowly. Not too much gas build-up. Can you burp?"
                              
Draco looked at him like he was crazy.
                              
Harry smirked and said, "Pottah, that is very uncouth, you heathen."
                              
Draco rolled his eyes and rolled his chest open to let out a small burp.
                              
"Impressive, Malfoy, but good, it's working fine. I'll be starting on your chest for the next few days. It's harder to get to the organs, but I'll be able to heal any damage. It just takes more effort. Luckily, there wasn't too much damage to them, and they healed most of them when you were first brought in. I'll just be getting the smaller issues."
                              
Draco just nodded, and Harry slipped both hands under the blanket. He could feel all of Draco's ribs, without his magic. He checked each one and his sternum, repairing the microfractures and resetting them as needed, which Draco winced for. Then he moved on to Draco's lungs. Harry could almost taste the damp, moldy air that he had been forced to breathe for years. He scrubbed and cleaned all the alveoli receptors. Draco suddenly took a deep breath and stared at him, shocked and happy.
                              
"Yeah, all that gunk is out, now."
                              
Harry said, checking the stomach and digestive tract. The Purge and Sanitation Charms were working correctly, thankfully. Then he moved onto the liver, which wasn't in the best shape. Near starvation had damaged it and the influx of potions he was taking. But Harry noticed that there was a viscous fluid in it that wasn't from the potions. Harry conjured a vial and slowly pulled the fluid from the organ.
                              
It was black, now, but that didn't mean much. He summoned Natalie, who came a few moments later as he inspected the vial.
                              
"Healer Potter?"
                              
"Not Auror Potter anymore?" he laughed. "Pulled this out. Will you take it to Potions to have it analyzed?"
                              
He went to hand it to Natalie, but Draco lunged out and grabbed his arm. He shook his head and stared at Harry, pleading and frightened.
                              
"Draco? You know what this is?" he asked, and Draco nodded. "Do you need an antidote?" He shook his head, tears in his eyes. "Draco... why is this still in you?" Harry asked, as Draco had been in the hospital for over two weeks.
                              
Draco hadn't let go of his arm, and he mumbled, "L-Liver."
                              
Harry nodded. "Right. It'll stay in the liver longer... but only if extensively used. You don't want me to know what this is?"
                              
Draco shook his head.
                              
"We can't tell the Ministry, anything, Mr. Malfoy, you know?" Natalie said, quietly.
                              
Harry knew immediately she said the wrong thing as Draco sucked in a breath, and his eyes went wide. He started to panic, no doubt focusing on the part of his probation of no unauthorized potions. Draco began to thrash, and Harry had to put his full weight on him to keep him down. With his free hand, he grabbed the side of Draco's face and forced him to look at him.
                              
"Draco! Calm down... we won't tell anyone! Draco? You're safe here...."
                              
Draco was whimpering, from both the threat to his freedom and, most likely, Harry's sudden proximity. He wasn't calming down and he wasn't going to wait for a potion.
                              
"Draco... I'm putting you to sleep, okay?" Harry said, though he didn't really expect his permission. He just concentrated, and Draco stopped moving. His limbs settled and his head drifted to the side. His breathing slowly returned to normal.
                              
"Merlin... I'm sorry! I didn't mean...."
                              
"It's alright, Natalie," he said and held up the vial. He smelled it. Even broken down, he could pick up the subtle smells of Amortentia. Fucking hell.