Virus in the Prism
Summary: George's growing sicker and sicker. He doesn't want to tell his family, but how will they take it when they do find out?
Disclaimer: I don't own this...too lazy to write anything witty.
Warnings: Some OOCness, sad stuff, profanity, and whatever else I add or you add.
He didn't remember much, only that three months ago he was perfectly normal-other than being a Weasley twin. Three weeks ago he had only thought he was a little sick from the rice pudding he ate at dinner. Three days ago he didn't feel like his world had come crashing down around him. Now here he is sitting in the hospital wing with Madam Pomfrey, bruises, and nasty pains in his stomach.
"B..But I can't..No!"
Madam Pomfrey sighed in frustration.
"Mr. Weasley, I know you're upset but this is nearly the thousandth time I've told you! You have virus 12, what muggles can cancer or more accurately, Leukemia."
George let out a small whimper. The old nurse sighs.
"Calm down Mr. Weasley, you don't even know what I'm talking about though, do you?" George sniffed and shrugged.
"I heard of it...one of Hermione's cousins d-died from it when they were 12." he mumbled, grabbing the pillow from behind him on the bed and covering his face.
"Well you have a good chance of living, Mr. Weasley. Wait...which one are you?" she asked sheepishly. He looked up from his pillow and stared at her.
"Guess."
"George?"
"Damn."
Madam Pomfrey rolled her eyes and patted him on the head in a motherly way.
"Calm down, you'll be fine. Now, we should contact your parents immediately." George stared up at her pleadingly.
"Why do we have to tell them, or ANYBODY?!"
She stared down at him in frustration.
"So you can be treated properly in St. Mungos!"
"What if I don't want to go?!"
"You'll be spending a lot of time with me, lad!"
"So?!"
"Do you want to die?!"
"Whoa! What's up in here?!" Fred swaggered in and sat on the bed next to his brother. "How you feeling, little bro?"
George started shake slightly and Fred stared at him suspiciously. "What's wrong?" It was quiet for a moment.
"My blood's just a little wonky...need to start eating more and running around..less." George glanced up at the nurse quickly but pleadingly.
"Yes.." She said quietly in agreement.
"Oh! Okay" Fred grinned, "Scared me for a sec there, mate. Hurry up and get up to our dorm, ok?"
George smiled back. "Okay."
When Fred had left, Madam Pomfrey stared back at George in disappointment.
"You're making this harder for yourself.."
"I know..."
flashback-2 months
George curled up on his side and moaned in pain.
'Oh god it hurts..it hurts."
-5 weeks
The redheaded boy clutched his stomach as he vomitted into the toilet. Red, brown, orange. When did he eat carrots? Over half it was full of blood.
"Shit.." he moaned as the pains in his stomach grew worse.
"Hey George! Get out of the bloody bathroom already! You've been in there longer than anyone, mate!"
George rested his head on the side of the toilet bowl.
'God...help me."
-Earlier
George lay on the ground, near thw whomping willow, but not close enough of course. The pains in his stomach had grown considerably, all he could do was lay there.
"George! What are you doing out here at this hour?!" Percy came bounding down the hill towards him angrily until he saw his face scrunched up in pain.
"Are you okay?"
George rolled over to face him and nodded.
"Just ate a bit too much at dinner.." Percy didn't buy it.
"You look sick as a bloody dog. What hurts?" The older boy pokes a sensitive area around George's ribs and he cried out.
"Watch it!" Percy shakes his head and starts to help George to his feet.
"C'mon, let's get you to the hospital wing then..."
"No!" George protests, struggling against his older brothers grip as the pain in his stomach started growing worse.
"George! You need to go to the hospital now! You could be seriously ill!"
George felt a warm feeling behind his eyes and pulled hard.
"No!"
"Come ON!" Percy pulls extra hard and sends the two rolling under the whomping willow. Percy gets to his feet and tries to hold George up while he clutches his sore belly.
"George, c'mon..." he says softly. George whimpered in pain but stubbornly pulled away.
"I'm...fine!" he gasps as he walks away from the violent tree. Percy follows, shaking his head in frustration.
"What are you trying to hide, George?" he asks angrily. George shrugs, feeling tears start to build on his lashes and one, just one, starts to roll down his cheek. Suddenly he's consumed by dizziness and falls to his knees. Percy is immediately at his side as he starts to black out. The last thing he hears is his brother calling his name and the whomping willow murdering a tiny bird that got too close.
-end flashback
George felt a small tear run down his cheek.
"No."
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FotS: ...that...was BAD! I am bad at beginning stories, and writing them. But I'm trying to knock myself out of my writers block and rustiness. Please go easy on me, I dislike the way this is going but BARE WITH ME!
I haven't tried REALLY writing in a year or two. I've become...bad. Please bless my lost soul with reviews and IDEAS. And ways to fix this up.