Chapter 3: Sickbay
Ron Weasley was in heaven. Everything was going perfectly. He had just won the Quidditch Cup and the whole Gryffindor house was cheering erratically. The Slytherins stared at him with disgust, but to Ron, every scowl was worth ten times any cheer. To have triumphed over the enemy had such a satisfying feeling to it. At that point, Hermione descended from the roaring stands, and gently put her arms around his shoulders, their lips only centimeters apart...
"Doctor, I think he's coming to."
Doctor Beverly Crusher leaned in to examine her new patient. The patient unconsciously did the same thing, leaving their lips a few uncomfortable centimeters apart.
And then Ron Weasley woke up.
The moment Ron's eyes fluttered opened, the two back away swiftly, although the awkwardness of it all still hung in the air. Ron took a strange look around at the instruments and such, and tried to piece together where he could possibly be.
They've sent me to St. Mungo's or something like that. I must've hit my head pretty bloody hard. But, that still doesn't make sense. Then again, if all the Healers look like this, then I might consider staying here.
" 'Scuse me, Miss Healer," he called out to Beverly. "Do you think you could get me a cup of tea? And tell me mum that I know this'll probably cost a ton of galleons 'n' stuff, so she won't have to get me that Cleansweep for my birthday."
Beverly nodded understandingly, but she could neither understand what the boy was talking about, nor notify his mother, which pained her the most. Being a mother herself, she could understand what his mother was going through and felt some sympathy for the child.
Beverly was about to give the boy some words of comfort when the sedated patient across then room woke up and the outburst was sent right at Ron.
"RONALD BILLIUS WEASLEY! LOOK WHAT YOU'VE DONE! MERLIN'S PANTS!"
"Mum?"
"You've messed up the whole space/time continuum adjustments on the device! You killed it! Two whole semesters of work! IT'S RUINED!"
"Get her a sedative! Quick!"
And with one shot, Hermione's wrath was quieted.
"Crusher to Picard."
"Yes, Doctor."
"I'd like to see you in sickbay immediately. It's an emergency."
"On my way. Picard out."
Ron was still frozen in horror after Hermione's vicious screams.
So if I'm not at St. Mungo's... Then where in the bloody hell am I?
