He pushed his hair out of his eyes and steeled himself against the deep throb that was spiking sharply to pulsing life in his stump. It didn't go away – kept aching and hurting, and with a groan he glanced over at the time. It was two in the damned morning, and Draco didn't think he could get any more sleep that night, not with the vivid images still so fucking clear in his mind and the pain radiating from his arm.