It's been two weeks after my admittance to St. Mungo's and I'm still here. I haven't left this room beside to use the bathroom. My two weeks of confinement haven't left me alone however. George was always by my side. From the second I woke up in the morning till I fell asleep at night.

I was thrilled when my Healer came into the room and told me that today I would begin rehabilitation. I would be allowed to walk!

I was given my daily medicine. A simple strengthening potion. A strong one. After taking that I was taken to an empty room. George helped me stand up from the wheelchair and I took a few steps. Each step hurt. Although I had will and determination by my side. I needed to get out of here. I needed to walk again!

Half an hour later I was taken back to my hospital room.

"I'll never be able to walk." I said as I was helped back into the hospital bed.

"Don't say that, Love. You will be able to. It-It'll just take some time. Trust me."

"I hope. I don't want to stay here for much longer."

"Is she awake?" I heard my sister's voice dome from the doorway. She walked up to the side of my bed. "I have a surprise for you, sis." She ran out of the room.

"Come on!" She entered the room with the person I least expected to see trailing behind her. Mom!

"Mom! What are you doing here?" I asked as she hugged me.

"Clara told me everything. I can't believe you're in this condition."

"Well I guess there's a price to pay when you try to save to friends lives. Which by the way neither of those friends are dead." She walked around to my left side where she noticed my bandaged arm.

"What happened?"

"Let's just put it this way. War is not fun." Silence filled the room.

Clara finally broke that awful silence. "Oh I almost forgot, George, Fred's wanted to talk to you."

He nodded and kissed my forehead. "I'll be back, Love." With that he left.

"How long have you been here?" my mom asked.

"Two weeks. I want to get out of here. But I can't until I can walk on my own again." I groaned as I thought of being stuck here for months, possibly even years.

My mom and Clara stayed for awhile and George came back an hour after he left. He said Fred wanted to talk to him about reopening the shop.

To Live. To Laugh. To Love.

A/N: Sorry it took so long to to update. My wrist has been bothering me and is in a temporary cast. I only have 1 hand to type w/. Hope you like it though. :D