Draco woke up in the hospital wing. His whole chest hurt and his limbs were numb and tingly. He blinked his eyes to see a group of people in front of him. "Bloody hell," Draco whispered, clearly startled by the presence of people. 

"Oh my god Draco. I saw Ron leaving the dorm and I thought he was looking for me. But then I heard you and there was so much blood and you were crying. Then you just stopped, you stopped moving and your chest barely rose and I freaked out and started screaming. Harry came and ran to get help. Blood was just all over. And the room smelled like death and you looked gone. Draco I thought you were dead. I couldn't have forgiven myself if something happened to you," Hermione was balling her eyes out as she told Draco the story of what happened. 

"How long have I been out?" Draco asked.

"Almost two weeks. That spell was really powerful because of the hate Ron had for you. You were unconscious the whole time and we couldn't find a way to heal it. There was so much blood and it wouldn't go away. Ron has been missing since the day you got hit with the curse," Hermione was still sobbing and Draco took the time to let her calm down. 

He saw the people in front of him. Harry, Ginny, Blaise, Professor McGonagall, Madam Pomfrey, and the painting of Severus Snape all watched as Hermione cried and Draco winced at her pain. 

He saw his Uncle Sev's lips move but couldn't hear him. The next thing he knew was Hermione leaving and the painting of his uncle talking to him. Everything was so rushed he could only make out a few sentences. 

"You've been cursed Draco. For eternity."