"If a star fell every time I thought of you, the sky would be empty."

"I need a doctor!" Harry screamed as he burst through the doors.

The two mile run had seemed like nothing, even carrying Draco the whole way. Harry had felt nothing but shock and determination flowing through his veins, and god damn it, he was going to save this boy.

Several people rushed toward him, taking the boy delicately from his arms, and Harry continued to scream and cry as they took him into another room. He couldn't breathe.

It felt like days, standing blankly in the middle of the hospital, when in reality it was probably a few hours.

Draco can't die, Draco can't die, Draco can't die, he repeated to himself. Harry wouldn't be able to take it if Draco died.

Draco could not die.