George shuffled across the cold wood floor of his flat, stopping for a second to look over Diagon Alley covered in thick fog. He yawned and continued his icy trek to the bathroom. After he finished peeing he started back to his comfy bed. For some reason he was compelled to stop and step out on his small balcony. He looked over the sleepy town and watched as the sun rose over the pointy roofs burning off the fog. As George was about to head back in he noticed something out of place, a figure slumped on the ground across from his shop. George squinted his eyes trying to get a better look, the sun beamed down and reflected off a pool of red liquid. The familiarity of the thick red pool caused shivers to run down his spine and his heart to thump heavily in his chest.

George hurried to his room and picked his wand up from his night stand and moved quickly back to his balcony before apparating down to the unknown person. As he oriented himself and refocused on the person he realized it was a young women. He was shocked as he looked her over, she had heavy scaring on her face he could see it going down under her T-shirt and down her arm. Her scares looked a lot like his brother Bill's, what he was worried about though was the large open wounds down both of her wrists and the large puddle of blood around her.

He sifted through his memories trying to remember the basic healing charms he had learned way back when. George finally remembered the one he wanted and he carefully sealed the girls wounds, it wasn't perfect but hopefully it would save her life. George carefully lowered her so she was laying flat on her back and placed his good ear against her chest trying to hear something, anything. When he finally caught a slight thump of a heart beat he scooped her up and hugged her tightly while apparating to St. Mungos.

"Help!" George shouted, shifting the girl in his arms carefully, "help, please anyone!" He moved further into the lobby and the exhausted looking receptionist jumped into action.

The receptionist ran over, waving her wand, which brought a hospital bed over. She motioned for George to put the blood covered blonde on the bed and to step back. George stepped out of the way and with in minutes the rush and excitement died down and he was standing alone, covered in another person's blood.

It was almost an hour before anyone came and spoke to George, he had cleaned himself up and then sat in the waiting room patiently. George watched as others started to walk in and out of the wizarding hospital. He was tapping his feet hoping the next healer would call out his name, finally he did.

"George Weasley?" A heavy set healer came out of a door on George's far left, he quickly stood up and walked towards the man in bright robes.

"I'm George Weasley, how is she?" George was nervous, which was ridiculous as he didn't know the girl, didn't know her name or where she was from. The only thing he knew about this mystery girl was that she obviously had some issues.

"Well she is stable but asleep," the healers sighed, as if he had been there all night and was ready to head home, "she is in room 414, you're welcome to check in on her."

"fourth floor? That's the psych ward," George had not realized that he had spoken aloud.

"Yes, well she was trying to kill herself," the healer spoke up as he stifled a yawn.

George rolled his eyes before locating an unoccupied elevator to head up to the fourth floor. When he stepped into the psych ward it was definitely different. There were people wandering around, mumbling to themselves and he could hear screaming down the hall some where. He walked up to the front desk were a young nurse was sipping a cup of coffee as if a man hadn't just threatened her life.

"I'm here to see room 414," George spoke up politely, "she was just brought in today." The women quickly scrolled down her roster.

"Oh yes 414, she is actually awake now, what is your relation?" She asked seriously.

"Relation? Oh...I'm her...boyfriend?" George couldn't help but mentally slap himself, why did he have to see this girl, she was alive that's what matter right? "I'm George Weasley, her boyfriend, I found her outside of my shop in Diagon ally."

"Alright Mr. Weasley but remember visiting hours are normally from eight am till eight pm, I'll make an exception because you have been waiting to hear from Ms. Brown," the nurse spoke sympathetically, "go on around that corner, first door on the left."

George cautiously walked around the corner and pressed open the door to room 414. He didn't even get inside before something hard hit the glass window next to him. George was surprised at the violence that he walked into.

"Go away!" The girl yelled from the dark room, "get the fuck out of here!" George decided to face this head on, he needed to know why this poor girl was so messed up.

"Woh-woh-woh, is that how you treat your night in shinning armer?" George spoke up, stepping around the door and snapping it shut glancing down at an explosion of jello. To be honest the girl looked deranged, her dirty blonde hair was in knots, her face was screwed up in anger, she had white bandages wrapped around both wrists and she was in a hospital gown.

"YOU! YOU ARE THE ONE THAT FUCKED THIS UP?" She shook her arms up at him, she was angry, beyond angry. George raised his hands up surrendering.

"Look, I was half awake and I glance out my window and there is some women covered in blood, what am I supposed to do?" George explained hoping to calm her down.

"I'm not supposed to be here, I'm supposed to be gone..."tears slipped down the sides of her face as she slumped back down into bed, "I'm supposed to dead."

"Oh don't talk like that you don't want to do that, don't want to end up dead," George spoke up, sitting in the empty chair near her bed.

"How do you know what I want, you don't know me," She snapped back.

George looked around the room, there was a white board that had a large smiley face on it that said Your Nurse today is Rhonda, Welcome to St. Mungos Lavender Brown, Our goal is to get you healthy. He looked at her name for a little while until it finally clicked about who she was.

"I might not know a lot about you but I do know you survived and fought in the second war, you were lucky enough to see the next few years," George felt his throat closing up, "you are living life and others didn't get that choice."

"Oh whatever, my life is shit and if I could I would trade this life to anyone!" Lavender barked out, "you know how many stares I get? Kids running away, people moving to the other side of the street? Because of what? Because I laid my life on the line for the ungrateful bastards."

"Well if you were going to waste your life being a sociopath then I regret saving you," George spoke up.

"I'm NOT a sociopath! You don't even know what that means!" Lavender looked at him like he was the one who had a suicide attempt.

"I do too, it means you are fucking insane!" George yelled back at her.

"I'm not insane!" Lavender was pissed, "I'm just, alone I have no one, no one cares and everyone I don't know is afraid of me, it sucks being alone..."

"Are you kidding me?!" George looked her in the eyes, "my twin brother was killed during the final battle at Hogwarts, he...we were side by side almost everyday for our entire lives, never being more then a room away and then...then he was gone, I was alone for the first time in my entire existence, my mind, heart and sole were crushed into a million pieces but I didn't give up, I worked on fixing myself, doing things Fred would have wanted us...expected me to do now that he wasn't there. Every day is a battle for me, getting out of bed, joking, creating pranks..." George took in a shaky breath, "nothing is the same with out Fred, we were one person and now I'm only half..." George looked at Lavender, watched her as more tears ran down her face, "so don't tell me you want to kill yourself just because you are alone, you don't know alone until you've had half yourself taken away with out so much as a thank you."

George pushed himself out of his chair, took one more look at the girl and walked out of the room. Maybe some higher being brought this broken girl into his life to show him what life could be if he let himself sink that low. Maybe it's to help her through this tough time, but he couldn't help her right now, he needed to pull it together and sort out his thoughts. George gave one more deep sigh before leave St. Mungo's for the day, he would come back tomorrow to talk to Lavender, he would help her get better.

A/N

I want to speak up and say I have never experienced suicide first hand [or second] and do not want it to seem like that. I hope all those that are thinking about taking that route to seek help.

~steps off soap box~

hope you enjoyed this one shot

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