Chapter 2 : St. Mungo's Drama
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Just another boring night in the life of a healer, Mona Carrington thought as she began her evening shift. Slowly she pulled on her Healer cloak and slung her long brown hair into a bun, before heading out to see what catastrophes had brought tonight’s patients into St. Mungo’s.
Mona, was still fairly new to St. Mungo’s, having grown up in Italy and studying there for most her life. It was only after her fiancé and her had decided to move to London that she applied at St. Mungo’s. Instantly she had fallen in love with the hospital and her fellow Healers. Unfortunately, only months after they had arrived in London, she had found her fiancé in bed with another woman. It was still a bitter memory almost a year later, and one that she tried to forget everyday.
She had just made it to the nurse’s station to pick up her stack of cases for the evening when suddenly there was a commotion in the emergency section of the hospital. Mona watched in shock as a man was wheeled through, he looked badly injured, and it appeared that he was fighting to wake up. It was clear that the extent of his injuries were critical, and these could quite possibly be his last moments. Mona rushed forward and clasped one of his hands in his own, not wanting this man to pass into the afterlife alone. She watched, tears rolling down her cheeks as he gasped for breath, his eyes opening briefly as he struggled to speak.
“I love you Hermione, you were the one I wanted to be mine, forever," he managed to whisper before he started to seize.
Mona watched in horror as he flat lined, her heart breaking as she watched the rest of the Healers rushing around, desperately trying to save him. Silently she prayed for the man whose hand she was still holding, and for the young woman who might never know how much she meant to him. Suddenly, as if her prayers were answered, the Healers managed to get a pulse, and Mona breathed a sigh of relief. It was still quite possible that he would fade away, his injuries were still grave, but for now, he was safe, and that was all that mattered.
Hermione barely had enough energy and focus to apparate to St. Mungo’s. She still couldn’t believe this all was happening, it all felt like a badly written soap opera. Once she managed to stumble inside to the front desk where one of the regular nurses was working. Suddenly her mouth wouldn’t work as the nurse stared at her in shock. All she could manage to do was sob, holding on to the counter as the sobs wracked her body. All of the nurses were looking at her concerned when she finally found her voice.
“They just brought in a young man, he was in critical condition,” Hermione started. “Do you know which room they took him to?”
“I’m sorry, are you a relative?” a young nurse with blonde hair asked her.
“I am a Healer at this hospital,” Hermione screeched. “Now tell me where they took him!”
“Hermione,” a deep voice behind her called. Hermione turned around and was greeted by the sight of a young man in Healer’s robes.
“Yes,” Hermione answered, scared of what she might be told.
“Please follow me,” the Healer instructed, throwing her a sympathetic look.
Hermione followed the Healer in silence, millions of thoughts running through her mind. All she could think of clearly at this stage was the image of Charlie landing on the hood of the car, lying motionless as everyone rushed to help him. It wasn’t long before the reached their destination, and Hermione was upset to find the Healer had led her straight to the waiting room.
“I want to see him,” she stated bluntly. “I am a Healer at this hospital, I have as much right as anyone else to enter his room.”
“I’m sorry,” the young man explained. “You are too emotional to be of professional help right now, and you aren’t family, correct?”
“I am his girlfriend,” Hermione insisted, tears of frustration building in her eyes.
“I’m really sorry,” he stated. “You’ll have to wait for his family to arrive for details.”
“Listen to me you little jerk,” Hermione shouted, her temper flaring. “You will let me in to see my boyfriend, and you will do it now!”
“Don’t make me use my wand,” he answered his voice dangerously low.
“This is ridiculous,” Hermione yelled. “I work here! Why can’t I see him?”
“I’m sorry,” the man said again. “My instructions were clear, family only.”
For a long moment Hermione stared him down, and at one point it looked like she may lunge at him; but eventually she buckled, falling to the floor, defeated. She let out a scream of anguish as she fell, it wasn’t fair. He was her everything, and now, she couldn’t even see him in what could possibly be his last moments.
Bill was sitting at the kitchen table reading the Daily prophet, trying desperately to move his thoughts away from Hermione and their impromptu dancing lessons this morning. He sighed as he remembered the feel of her in his arms, and the way she had looked at him as they had danced. Bill, for a reason beyond him, couldn’t get his mind off of her, she had been invading his thoughts ever since this afternoon, the imprint of her still singeing his mind and body. Finally he was distracted when an owl appeared at the window. Slowly he made his way to let the owl in, and his body went numb when he saw the envelope.
Everybody knew that howlers were carried in red envelopes, and nobody ever wanted to receive such a letter. Another widely known fear was receiving a silver envelope with the word EMERGANCY embossed across the front of the envelope. Whereas a howler could be from anybody, this envelope was from St. Mungo’s and it never contained good news.
Bill retrieved the envelope with shaking hands, not wanting to open the letter and hear that one of his loved ones was hurt or even worse. He was about to open the letter when his mother walked through the kitchen doorway.
“What is that dear?” she asked as she made her way to the sink.
“It’s from St. Mungo’s mum,” Bill answered quietly.
“No,” Molly shook her head, her face paling. “Go look at the clock, everyone is fine.”
“Should I open it for you?” he asked. At that exact moment they heard a crash come from the living room, and soon a pale faced Arthur came running into the kitchen, his eyes instantly catching sight of the envelope in Bill’s hands.
“No!” he shouted. “It’s all a mistake, it can’t be right. The clock, and the letter, it must all be a trick.”
“Who is it?” Molly asked with a trembling voice as she looked at her oldest son. “Tell me Bill.”
Bill looked in his mother’s eyes, the pain already there as she waited to hear which one of her children was lying in the hospital in mortal danger. He didn’t want this responsibility, he didn’t want to have to tell his mother which child she might be possibly losing. Slowly he opened the envelope and pulled out the parchment, his throat catching as he read what was written. Numbness spread through his body as the realization flowed through him, and he looked at his mother.
A short time later Bill was dashing through St. Mungo’s, millions of thoughts running through his mind as he desperately tried to find his brother. So far no one had heard from Hermione, and Bill had immediately raced to the hospital to get some information. The note had been vague and the icing on the cake of his horrible day. He was racing through the hallways when he saw her arguing with a healer. Her hair was a mess, and she was pleading, tears running down her blotchy face. It was the most heartbreaking sight he had ever witnessed as he rushed to her side. Before he reached her though, she let out a terrible screech and crumpled to the ground, her entire body shaking.
“Hermione,” he yelled as he reached her side.
“They aren’t going to let me see him Bill,” she wept. “It doesn’t matter that he was my boyfriend and that I loved him, I am not officially family. I have been out here since they brought him in Bill. What if he dies, and I never got to say goodbye.”
“Charlie is not dying,” Bill murmured into her ear as he brushed the hair of her tear-stained face.
“You weren’t there,” she stated dully. “You didn’t see him crumple on the hood of that car. What do I do Bill? How do I even function? He is my everything Bill, I need him.”
“Calm down,” Bill whispered. “I’m here now, everything is going to be okay, I’m here now.”
“Oh Bill,” Hermione sobbed as she gripped to him tightly, her tears soaking the front of his shirt as he tried to reassure her.
They sat there, intertwined, on the ground for a long time, as he gently rocked her in a loving embrace. Slowly he felt her tears stop, and yet she was still clinging to him, her face nestled against his shoulder as she held on for dear life. Eventually more of the Weasley family began to arrive, but they never budged from their spot on the floor. Everyone sat around the waiting room numbly, watching as Bill comforted Hermione, nobody knowing exactly what to say. Finally, Bill watched helplessly as Hermione drifted into shock, her body going limp against his own. Bill fought back the tears as he thought about his brother, and the young woman in his arms, they had been so happy, and tragedy had ripped them apart. It wasn’t fair, they deserved one another, especially after everything they had endured, and yet here they were.
Eventually Harry and Ron helped him move Hermione to an empty hospital room where they laid her down on a bed. Bill didn’t want to leave the room, but he knew that Harry, Ron, and Ginny wanted to be with their best friend right now. They wanted to comfort Hermione, and oddly enough, so did Bill. He wanted to be the person Hermione could turn to in this time of pain, he wanted to help her be strong. It was wrong for him to feel this way about her, to want to protect her from the pain, and yet he couldn’t help himself.
Mona finally unclasped her hand from the man sitting on the bed, he was finally stable, and she could at long last breathe a sigh of relief. It had taken the Healer’s hours to straighten the man out, and they still weren’t positive if he would wake from the coma he had slipped into moments after arriving at St. Mungo’s. Slowly she stood and walked out of the room, hoping to find his family, to give them the news that she had at this point. Mona may not have been the man’s main Healer but she knew that his family had waited long enough, and rumor had it a persistent woman had almost taken out a Healer in her attempts to reach him.
Quickly she walked to the waiting room where she was shocked to find a sea of red-haired people waiting. As she walked into the room, an older woman and her husband stood and stepped forward. It was obvious by the look on the woman’s face that these were his parents, and her heart broke as she looked at the pair. She had always hated giving people news about their loved ones, and it never got any easier. Mona was about to inform them of the man’s progress when another red-haired man walked in the room, and she felt her throat catch as she looked at him. He gave her a curt nod as he joined the man and woman, and Mona felt her heart pound as she looked at the man in front of her. She quickly caught her breath and started to fill them in on what was happening.
“Hello, I am Healer Carrington, and I am on your son’s case,” she explained. “Right now he is stable, but he hasn’t woken up yet. He is in a light coma that he quickly fell into as soon as he arrived here. We have taken care of all of the other critical injuries and as hard as this is, now it’s just a waiting game.”
“Will he be okay?” the woman asked shakily. “Will my Charlie be alright?”
“Only time will tell,” she stated. “I’m sorry we don’t have more concrete news for you at this time. By the way, do any of you know a Hermione?”
“Of course,” the red-headed man, who must have been a brother offered. “Hermione Granger, Charlie’s girlfriend, in fact she is a Healer here.”
“Is she around?” Mona asked hopefully. “He said something that I think she would like to hear.”
“Yes,” he answered. “We moved her to a room, I can take you there.”
“I would really appreciate that sir,” she replied.
“Bill,” he told her. “My name is Bill Weasley, I’m Charlie’s oldest brother.”
“I wish we were meeting under different circumstances Bill,” Mona stated.
“As do I,” Bill said.
The pair headed out of the room, Mona following Bill, her eyes traveling over his body as he walked in front of her. Blushing she tried to rid her mind of the naughty thoughts that were currently flooding her mind. This was a serious situation and not the time to be getting caught up in fantasies about the brother of her patient. Finally they reached the room, and Mona followed Bill inside, her heart going out to the young woman on the bed. Quickly Mona explained the situation to Hermione and then she decided to reveal what had happened when Charlie had arrived.
“I just thought you would want to know that he spoke about you,” Mona offered. “He was mumbling and right before he faded he said this; I love you Hermione, you were the one I wanted to be mine, forever. I thought you would want to know.”
Mona watched helplessly as the young lady fell to pieces, sobbing into the pillows on the bed as she came to grips with the statement. She watched, her heart melting, as Bill climbed into the bed with her, wrapping his arms around her, as he tried to comfort her. It was obvious to Mona that Bill deeply cared for Hermione, how much, she wasn’t sure. Somewhere deep inside Mona hoped it wasn’t too much, there was something about Bill that made her smile again. It had been a long time since she had been attracted to a man, and as silly as it sounded, she was attracted to this man.
The days slowly passed as the Weasley family waited day and night hoping desperately for news about Charlie. Hermione, once she had recovered from her shock, moved permanently into Charlie’s room, vowing to be there the moment he finally woke up. Bill stayed with her as well, making sure that Hermione was getting enough sleep and food. It was late one night, a week later, when Charlie finally began to stir. Hermione immediately leaped to his side, grasping his hand tightly, tears filling her eyes as she watched him struggle to wake.
Eventually he opened his eyes, and looked at her, dazed. She watched in silence as he fought to focus on the objects surrounding him, trying to figure out where he was and what was happening. She smiled gently at him as he looked at her, his eyes narrowing in confusion. Suddenly he jerked his hand away from her, frowning as he tried to form some words. Hermione looked at him perplexed, she didn’t know what was happening. Instantly Bill was at her side, holding her hand as they waited for Charlie to speak. When he did, Bill watched as with one sentence Charlie shattered Hermione’s heart.
“Bill,” he whispered weakly. “Who is this woman?”
A/N: Big thanks to all of you loyal readers, hope everyone enjoyed the second chapter to the sequel. Thanks for taking the time to read, have a wonderful day. As always reviews are appreciated, thanks again so much, you all make my day! Thanks again for reading!
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