It clicked, an inhale of oxygen came flooding through. Never in all his life...Had Arthur Weasley been so frusterated. He couldn't speak, his breaths were struggled, his heart was slow and arythmic. The numbness in his legs and stomach was unholy, and his fever was skyrocketing. It hurt, he was cold. It burned, his ears rung. It was sickening, his stomach churned. A nurse came in and embedded the needle in his arm. The chemo stung....The next shot was morphine......
Bill Wealsey sighed, the wind blew on the roof of the shell cottage.
Charlie Weasley sighed, his scars burning in the Romanian sunlight.
Percy Weasley sighed, running from office to office.
George Weasley sighed, strumming his fingers on a Skiving Snack Box.
Ronald Weasley sighed, walking down an cold and dewy lane, searching for a missing Death Eater.
Ginny Weasley sighed, the baby kicked, and Harry's hand was immediately at her stomach......
Molly's patronus was sent out. She had to tell them now. It would break his heart if they stayed away any longer...
