The door was propped open and a light glowed from the bedside table, Draco sat up on the edge of the bed like he'd been out of bed and walking recently. The dim light showed that most of the bandages were gone, the bruises and cuts were healed. He sat hunched with his face in his hands, elbows propped on his knees. He was wearing what must have been a set of borrowed scrub pants and a hospital issue robe. A letter lay open on the bed beside him. 