Joel stopped for a second and said, "The damage to his knees and hips... the old damage... shows they were overextended and damage to his wrists and ankles showed pulling... stretching. T-There's damage to his... anal cavity. A lot. He was r-raped many times... maybe every day." Joel had some tears in his eyes, and Harry took his hands.
                              
"The world is full of people, Joel. Most are good, some are indifferent and the worst are bad. You will see bad stuff like this, again, if you work in this field."
                              
He nodded, fully crying, now. "He's... how could anyone...."
                              
Harry nodded. "Joel... it's not too late to find another profession, either. I did."
                              
"No... we can help people, right? We can help him get better?" Joel said, wiping his eyes.
                              
"I like to think so. I mean... he seems better than me at this point."
                              
Joel looked at him. "I don't think that, Harry. Remember how scared he was when his parole officer is here? He only responds to you. He only trusts you. He won't look at Natalie or me, and he hasn't talked about it. And after seeing what he did to that mind healer, I'm guessing he knows how to ignore his memories. It's never a good thing."
                              
Harry nodded. "Maybe. I got two months with him still."
                              
"If there's anyone who can help him, it's you. I have to tell you that you've helped me so much... not just as a healer, but... I feel like I belong here, like I can help, now."
                              
Harry smiled. "You're going to do great, Joel. I'm happy for you, and you helped me, too. I haven't been able to go out in years. So... we helped out each other."
                              
"Just like you are doing with Draco?" Joel said.
                              
Harry frowned.
                              
"Look... stop avoiding him. You can't put this off forever."
                              
Harry scowled, but nodded. "Fine... but I'll give you one last homework assignment." He got up and pointed to the scan results for Draco's stomach muscles. "See this... it is most prominent here, but all the muscles and bones have it. You need to tell me what this damage is from. It's very subtle to tell, but you must learn to recognize it."
                              
"Muscle atrophy?" Joel guessed, squinting at the scan.
                              
"Not going to get much atrophy in the stomach. Draco still had to breathe. But compare it to his other areas and even to patients that have come in."
                              
"Okay."
                              
"Alright. Go on home early after you drop the potions off."
                              
"Thanks, Harry."
                              
Harry nodded and made his way down to Draco's room. This was going to be awkward. He opened the door and smiled, as Draco looked at him. Draco's eyes watched him carefully, but the fleeting looks Harry spared in his direction didn't give Harry insight as to what was going to happen. He waited until Joel brought the evening potions and started.
                              
"Let's check that back, okay? There won't be a need for the full Immoblius, but I'm going to use magic to lift you," Harry said, reverting back to his professionalism.
                              
Draco only nodded, but his gray eyes were watching him.
                              
Harry just closed his eyes, though, and felt his muscles along his spine, working out the smaller kinks and breaks. He adjusted the tightness of the reattached muscles as Draco had been moving his body more. Harry was relieved that Draco might be free of the Immoblius Charm in a week, but really healing the injuries was just the first step. The whole next month would be rebuilding Draco's muscles and massaging out the kinks. It would take that long, just to get his muscles up to handling his weight, much less training them to maneuver them.
                              
After an hour of healing, he gently laid Draco on his back and started checking his chest for signs of distress. Harry was drawing this out as long as possible to stave off the conversation. He didn't open his eyes, but was feeling Draco staring at him.
                              
"I'm reinforcing your stomach muscles. Next week we will be using them more, once I finish healing your hips."
                              
Draco didn't say anything. Harry just checked out everything and then finally stopped. He opened his eyes, but keep them on Draco's blanket.
                              
"Alright... it looks good. Everything feel fine?"
                              
Draco didn't answer. Harry wouldn't turn to see his expression.
                              
"O-Okay... I'll get your potions."
                              
"Harry...."
                              
Harry took a shaky breath.
                              
"Harry, look at me," Draco ordered.
                              
Harry shivered and finally did so. Draco's sharp grey eyes stared at him.
                              
"You don't have to feel embarrassed or ashamed, Harry," Draco whispered. "Not around me. I'm glad that you told me what happened. You shouldn't have had to bear that pain alone for so long."
                              
"I'm your healer. I shouldn't have...."
                              
"Harry, you are more than just my healer. We've always been more. We both know that. I especially knew it the moment I came to your ward."
                              
"You asked for someone else," Harry whispered, looking away.
                              
"Because I didn't want to be laughed at... or scorned... or worse hear you ask about how everything happened. Feel your fake sympathy and apathy. But you were kind. You were patient and you understood... everything. You didn't make me talk. You didn't force me to eat. You didn't pry. I can't thank you enough... not for just healing me, but showing me more dignity than I deserve."
                              
"Everyone deserves it, Draco. I treat everyone that way."
                              
"You didn't have to call me Draco. You didn't have to talk to me willing. Bring me magazines and telly. You didn't have to threaten my parole officer on my behalf. And you definitely don't treat everyone that way. You don't call your other patients by their first name. And you regularly tell Higgs to fuck off."
                              
He glowered. "He's an asshole."
                              
"I'm an asshole, remember?" Draco snapped, and Harry stared, uncertain of how to respond. "I broke your nose, called your friends names, almost killed your best mate... on his birthday nonetheless, and set up your mentor to die. Did you forget all that?"
                              
Harry tightened up, and tears filled his eyes. "I didn't."
                              
Draco took his hand. "Harry... my point is... you shouldn't have helped me, and if you want me to apologize... for everything, I will. Even to... Weasley. But you didn't know or care if I did have any remorse. You could have left me to die, but instead... you brought me back to life. I'll never be able to repay your kindness, so that small service, of hearing your pain and holding you through that bad memory... meant so much to me."
                              
Harry's lip trembled and he nodded. "It meant a lot to me, Draco. I felt... safe that I could trust you. It's been so hard to trust anyone... even myself. I lost my confidence, everything that day."
                              
Draco took his hand. "You didn't lose your heart, Harry. This, right here, shows that he didn't take that from you. You're still a hero, a fighter and bravest git I know."