The dim light of the hospital ward flickered faintly as Draco jolted awake, drenched in cold sweat, his breath ragged. The remnants of a nightmare clung to him—the same one, again. The screams, the dark cloaked figures, the weight of everything he'd lost—it all blurred together into a suffocating fog in his mind. His heart pounded as he blinked against the darkness, trying to steady himself.

The door creaked open, and the nurse walked in with her usual quiet efficiency. Draco once again snapped and refused to take any medicine. Nobody around doesn't know how to talk to him or persuade him to take some meds at least for sleep. He is rude to everyone or he just simply ignores them.

You are not a nurse, but after the war you decided to help and since nobody wanted to take care of him, they sent you.

You take a deep breath and enter his room