Draco and Ginny || For the Benefit of Mr. Doe
It was hard to focus on anything–the paperwork he’d brought with him, the patient lying in the hospital bed and otherwise unmoving; anything and everything, Draco seemed to lose focus with. He blamed it on sleep deprivation, of course; he was exhausted beyond all measures, and couldn’t have bothered to stop the series of yawns that had crept up on him within the past half an hour even if he’d bloody tried. Sighing, he shifted slightly in the chair he was seated in, lifting his hands to rub at his eyes tiredly before deciding that what he really needed was a decent cup of caffeine. Luckily for him, there was a small coffee station at the far end of the room, and with a grunt the youngest Malfoy stretched and slowly moved to stand.
Every muscle in his body was aching; sore and weary from how active he’d been ever since this case had started so long ago, and as he trudged from one end of the room to the other, he hoped they could end this blasted thing already so he could go back to a normal sleeping routine. By the time he finally reached the small, portable table that held a pot of coffee and a few plastic cups, Draco snatched one of the cups up and poured himself a hearty amount, doctoring it up the way he preferred and blowing on the steam that curled and rose from the dark brown liquid before taking a tentative sip. Just then, he heard something stirring behind him, and froze automatically. Could it be…?
Turning around slowly, he noticed that it was just one of the hospital workers stepping quietly into the room to empty the rubbish bin. He was gone in a flash, and Draco exhaled audibly before making his way back to his seat (coffee in hand, of course). He was worried that John Doe was going to wake himself from his blasted coma before someone could come to his aid. Weasley was the one who’d bloody requested his company, and she was nowhere to be found. Dissatisfied with her absence, Draco scowled, scoffing once before seating himself back in his chair. He took another sip of his coffee, struggling to remain pissed with her but finding that he simply didn’t have the energy.