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AN: New fic, hopefully you'll enjoy reading it as much as I did writing, I thought it was quite an interesting idea, as I'd never seen a fic like this.. Inspired by the film Just Like Heaven. Chapter 2 - Hope you guys enjoy it, Sorry for the wait! I had writers block for ages, I was stuck on the sentence; "Grabbing another can-" before I realised it was actually a bottle. still. enjoy, even though this chapter is crappy. its just to kick things off.. (: x
The Ghost Of You.
Grabbing another bottle of firewhisky from the fridge and resuming her place on the sofa, Ginny couldn't help but smile to herself. She thought about how happy Hermione could've been on this date, how maybe she'd really liked the guy he'd set her up with. It sounded corny in her head, but just knowing she could be making her best friend this happy really made her feel worth something..
She fidgeted in her seat and looked over towards the small glass coffee table in front of her - a small pink phone rested on top of it.
Her mind was drawing her hand closer to the phone, but her heart was pulling it back.
'Shall I?' Ginny thought, 'Who knows, she might be having the time of her life and be happy to pick up. Or she might think I'm spying on her.. That'll tick her off big time.'
"Mm.." she thought about the possible outcomes and decided.
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The night was still as dark as could be, the area around was completely abandoned. Not a single footstep or distant car was sounded anywhere near. And even the slightest noise was to occur, it would be blanked out by the peircing, constant ringing of the car alarm.
The car had remained in the same spot since Hermione had spun out of control 45 minutes ago. The front bonet had been torn off completely, the headlights blown out and smashed to peices. Infact, not one part of the car was scratch free. The crash had affected every inch of the vehicle, inside and out. The passanger seat had been throttled against the dashboard, leaving an aimless number of dents and a pile of shattered glass below. And beside it, was the drivers seat..
More importantly, the woman in the drivers' seat.
Hermione's body was still, silent and cold. The forward jolt of the crash had knocked her against the steering wheel and swayed her against the window frame to the left of her, leaving her face bruised and cut. But she didnt escape with nothing but a few cuts and bruises..
Was she even breathing?
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12 minutes had gone by since Ginny had first decided to call Hermione, and she hadn't answered.
"For gods sake." Ginny huffed, putting the phone down once again and chucking it back onto the table. It was obvious to only Ginny that she was being ignored..
'What can she be doing?'
Just as she began to flick through the TV channels again, the bright pink phone started to vibrate against the glass.. The screen lit up quickly to the sound of Ginny's ringtone, saying; "Hermione Calling."
Ginny grinned, picking up.
"FINALLY! What've you been doing Hermione! I've called you 13 times why didnt you pi-"
Ginny paused, she could hear a squeaking noise in the background, it sounded like some sort of siren. She turned the TV off so it was quieter, but she was still confused as to what the noise was.
"Err.. Hermione, whats that noise?" Ginny asked.
No answer.
"Helloo?" Ginny shouted down the phone, awaiting an answer.
"Hello?" A male had answered the phone.
"Huh? Who is this? Wait- Carl, is that you? Where's Hermione?" Ginny continued to ask questions before the man stopped her from talking any longer.
"I'm not Carl. Whoever he may be. Sorry to raise any concerns to you but my name is PC King - I'm afraid I have some bad news for you.."
The conversation went on for another 2 minutes, the tone changing from angry and frustrated screams, to sobs and comforting whispers. Everything Ginny was hearing was tearing at her, she couldn't believe a word of it. Only half an hour ago was Hermione back here with her and now shes laying in the back of an ambulence? How? What? It was all so confusing. Her heart was pounding in her chest and her head was now throbbing. Once the conversation was over - Ginny scrambled for her car keys and drove to the hosptial as fast as she could..
Pulling up in the car park, as close to the building as possible, every thought that didn't concern Hermione and the accident had flooded out of her mind. She'd started running through the building, lost and unaware of where she had to go.
Panting and stuttering, she stopped at the nearest desk and asked the young blonde lady 'Irene' where to go. "My - Friend Hermione, brought in by ambulence, acci- accident. Where do I- I?"
Irene nodded, "They just brought her in. Go straight on," She pointed her thin fingers towards the door ahead, "Then turn left, Ward 16."
Without another word, Ginny kept running. Pushing the door open and revealing the numbered wards. 10, 11, 12.. All the way to 16.
The ward's curtains were drawn open. Ginny looked in anxiously, and there she was. Her best friends' body was lying on the hospital bed, Not an inch of her moving. All this was astonishing to Ginny. Hermione's face was covered in bruises and cuts, and she'd already been fitted into one of those pasty green gowns. A tube was running along the bed beside her and connected to an oxygen mask which was placed over her mouth, as well as her left wrist and chest being hooked up to a weird looking square machine beside her. Ginny bit her lip as the tears silently rolled down her cheeks. She lifted her hand and pressed it against the glass, almost as if she was reaching out for Hermione. It was all so unreal. Nothing like this was meant to happen, especially not to Hermione..
"Can I help you?" A gentle female voice spoke behind Ginny caused her to jump.
"Oh.. Erm, I was told to come here, by PC King? Thats my roomate, my best friend in there." Ginny spoke quietly, awaiting so many answers.
"Oh yes, yes, thats right." The woman nodded, "Go on in, Peter's waiting for you in there with my collegue, Sean.. He'll explain everything to you." She lifted her hand towards the door and gently pushed it open for Ginny to enter.
Ginny nodded and entered the room nervously.
"Ah, you must be the girl I talked to on the phone. Ginerva? Yes?" A broad man stood up, looking down at Ginny. "That is you right?"
Ginny nodded slowly, "Yes.. yes, thats me."
