Chapter 2 : The Hospital
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I woke up smelling alcohol and disinfectant spray. Must be a hospital. I was going to get a headache and fast. I opened my eyes to see where I was and sure enough; it was a hospital.
I lay there blinking into the light, happy to be awake.
The door opened and Gawain Robard walked in. He was smiling. He had on a pair of half-mooned glasses at the bridge of his nose. His head was tilted down so he could stare at me over them.
“How are you feeling?” He asked as he walked toward the bed.
I tried to talk, cleared my throat. He got a glass from the small bedside table, bent the straw so I could drink.
“Like shit.” My voice still sounded rough. He offered me the water again, and I took it. I tried again, and this time my voice sounded more like me. “I feel like shit, but its happy shit.”
He smiled again. “That was really stupid what you did out there, but we caught our bad guy.”
“We don’t know that he did it though.”
He gave me a look that said I was being either naïve or obtuse. Since I wasn’t being either on purpose I didn’t get what he meant. “It was Fenrir Greyback, Hermione. Our killer was a werewolf, he is a werewolf. Even if it is not him, we still have a major killer and Voldemort follower on our hands. That is something.”
I chuckled softly, leaning my head back against the pillow. “I guess so. I really don’t want to talk about the case anymore, if you don’t mind.”
He nodded. “I figured you’d say that. Potter’s outside. I’ll tell him to come on in.” He started walking away, then turned around. “Glad you’re alright, Hermione, even if what you did was really stupid.”
He shook his head. “Call me Gawain. Robard makes me sound old.”
I smiled. “Alright, Gawain.”
He turned and left.
I pressed the button to slowly raise the bed. The closer I got to a sitting position, the more I hurt. The wounds on my back did not like sitting up and would probably like walking even less. I was just glad I didn’t have to have stitches. Magic was a wonder and a lot easier when it came to pain.
When I was in a sitting position, I waited for a few seconds, listening to my body complain.
Harry came in the door. He was wearing his casual clothes, which pretty much consisted of a plain t-shirt and blue jeans. Ginny tried to get him to buy more fancy clothes but he said he just wanted something comfortable. He’d told me he didn’t want fancy, brand name clothes because he was so used to having hand-me-downs. He seemed more comfortable in his casual clothes anyway, so Ginny seemed happy as long as he was happy, even though he looked like a slob most of the time.
“You’re alive. Good.” He said.
I gave him a look. “Very funny.”
“I wasn’t being funny.”
We looked at each other. “Why so serious, Harry? The case is closed. We caught our bad guy.”
He shook his head and came to stand at the foot of the bed.
“We have him custody.”
“Then why the long face?”
He gave a very small smile. “You nearly die, and you ask what’s wrong?”
“I know you, Harry. I’m alive, you shouldn’t be this serious.”
He blinked and stared at me for a moment, then shook his head and ran his hands through his hair like he wanted to rip it out of his skull. “We caught Greyback, but he’s not in Azkaban.”
I closed my eyes and took a deep breath to where it almost hurt. I let it out slowly, then opened my eyes so I could look at him. I shook my head, “Harry, I don’t want to talk about this case. I told Robard that too. What I do want is to go home and see my daughter.”
He nodded, looking around the room. “I can take care of the latter.” He turned back to me and smiled. “Rose is getting tea with James and Ginny. She’s been frantic to see you, practically screaming to see you. So I’ll go get her and see if you can leave.”
He rubbed the back of his neck, staring at me with such pain in his eyes. I didn’t know what had him so upset but I just wasn’t in the mood to deal with another crisis. Then a thought hit me.
“What?” he asked.
“What happened to Cuffe?”
He shot me a look.
“She was on stake out with me. She went to the gas station and never came back.”
He shrugged. “I’ll check it out. I didn’t even know she was on duty this morning.”
I checked the clock on the wall. It was almost noon. How long have I been out? It had been around six when I woke up in the car, because Rose was going to school. I couldn’t have been out that long, could I?
Harry said his good-byes and went to get Rose. She came in bawling, pulling at Ginny’s hand.
I held my hands out to her and she came running. I ran my hands in her hair and held her tight to my chest, even though just moving hurt.
“Oh, Rosie, don’t cry. Everything’s okay.” I murmured into her hair.
She crawled into my lap, her little arms wrapped tightly around my waist. I stared at Ginny, whose eyes were blurry with unshed tears. I dropped one of my hands from Rose and held it out to Ginny. She came over onto the side of the bed and held my hand tightly.
My eyes burned but damn it, if I cried, I wouldn’t stop.
I held onto Ginny’s hand as she fought to not cry and held Rose against my body as tightly as I could. I didn’t even care that holding her shot pain up my spine. The only thing I cared about was making her tears dry.
When the tears slowed, she just lay in my lap. She turned her head to look me in the eye. Her brown eyes were swollen and red but her face was so serious, so unlike what a five year olds face should be able to express.
“I told you what I saw and you didn’t listen to me.” She whispered so softly that I had to lean my head almost to hers.
I furrowed my eyebrows. “What do you mean, Rosie?”
“He told me that you were going to die and you didn’t listen to me.”
I glanced up at Ginny. She shook her head, like she didn’t know what Rose meant either. Great.
“Who told you?”
Rose wiped her eyes and kneeled in my lap so we were at eye-level. “He told me not to tell you, because you wouldn’t understand.”
I cupped her face in my hands, making her look at me. “Rose, remember what I told you about strangers?”
She nodded. “You told me not to talk to them unless you said it was okay. But I don’t talk to him, he talks to me. In my head.”
I sighed. “Rose, we will talk about this later when we get home. Ginny can you take her out so I can get dressed?”
Ginny’s eyes widened. “Are you allowed to leave?”
I shrugged, then winced. “I don’t care at this moment. I just want to get out of here.”
She didn’t argue with me after that.
I had my gown halfway down my arms when I realized I couldn’t just yank the sticky pads that connected me to the heart monitor. Just yanking them off would give the hospital staff just a little too much excitement.
I finally pressed the Healer call button. I had to get unplugged from all the drips and machines.
The Healer came almost immediately, which either meant St. Mungo’s had more Healers on staff, or I was really hurt and they were paying extra attention to me. I was hoping for a surplus of healers, but wasn’t betting on it.
The Healer was shorter than I am, very petite, with blond hair cut short and sort of bouncy. Her professional smile wilted when she saw me sitting up with the gown obviously coming off.
“What are you doing, Mrs. Granger?”
“Getting dressed,” I said.
She shook her head. “I don’t think so.”
“Look, I’d prefer help getting all the tubes and wires off me, but it is all coming off because I’m checking out.”
“I’ll get Healer Kennedy,” She turned and walked out.
“You do that,” I said to the empty room. I got a death grip on the little wires that attached to the sticky pads and pulled. It felt like I’d pulled a foot worth of skin off with them, a sharp, grinding ache, like it would hurt to touch the skin. The high pitched scream of the machine let people know my heart was no longer going pitty-pat on the other end of the wire.
The pads had left large circular welts on my skin, but they were not nearly as big as they felt. The fact that the welts hurt enough to rise above all the other aches and pains let you know how raw my skin felt.
Healer Kennedy came through the door while I was still working on the tape that bound my hand to the IV board. He turned the screaming heart monitor off.
“What do you think you’re doing?” he asked.
“The hell you are.”
I looked up at his enraged face and just didn’t have any anger to throw back at him. I was too tired and too hurt to waste energy on anything but the process of getting up and getting out of this bed.
“I’ve got to go, Kennedy,” I kept picking at the tape and wasn’t making much progress. I need my wand. “Where’s my wand?”
He ignored the question, and asked one of his own. “Where could you possibly need to go so badly enough to climb out of this bed?”
“I need to go back to work and then I have to have a talk with my daughter.”
“I heard they caught the guy.”
“Ministry business, Kennedy.” I’d gotten an edge of the tape up.
He took a breath, to argue, I think, but Harry came into the room. Harry ignored Healer Kennedy and whipped his wand out. The tape was suddenly gone.
He smiled at me. “Ginny has your wand.” He turned to Healer Kennedy, giving him an unfriendly look. “Just deal with it. She is the most stubborn, determined patient you’re ever going to have. Since she’s not dying, you’re not going to be able to keep her if she wants to leave. So I’d just shut up.”
A/N: Well there ya go! I just wanted to say that just so everyone knows, Rose is not mental! I can't tell you what's wrong with her just yet because it will ruin the story so, if you ask, I won't tell you...sorry xD Okay by the way, I don't know when I'll have another chapter for this because I'm working on another story called The Sacrifice of Hiding in a Lie...It's another Dramione and it won't be AU! So look for that!!! It should be up in like two weeks, I hope :P Okay Imma go do something! Oh by the way, READ AND REVIEW!! xD
Till next time(:
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