The ward had been relatively quiet when Malou had started her shift in the wee hours before dawn. She had volunteered for the earliest Christmas day shift. As she had no living relatives to celebrate with it seemed only right that she sacrifice her own time and allow the others to enjoy their families. Later that day she'd make her way to her godmother's but seeing as those were her only plans it would hardly seem right not to take the additional shift.

It was still just before dawn when the nurse informed her of a Ministry worker had just come in. Mr. Fisk. Of course, Malou thought, it would be Mr. Fisk. A soft smile had slipped unknowingly onto her lips. It seemed he was here at least every few weeks, sporting some minor injury or another. Trying to joke with her as if they had been friends in school. But that was the thing, they hadn't been. He'd been friends with Fallon, almost everyone had been, but Malou could hardly think she had even caused the younger man to notice her.

"Good morning Mr. Fisk." Malou greeted as she breezed into the room, her tone a tad lighter than with her other patients - familiarity with him nothing more. "What have you done this time?" She asked in a teasing tone. That was before she noticed him coughing up what appeared to be blood. All light-heartedness vanished and she was quickly at his side, holding his arm to steady him as he cough. "Whatever happened?" She asked when he finally finished and leaned back on his mattress, her grey eyes looking at in with worry.