Virus in the Prism

Summary: George's growing sicker and sicker. He doesn't want to tell his family, but how will they take it when they do find out? And what else is happening to George?

Bad summary. It generally works around it though...-the story works around the summary- I meant.

Disclaimer: I don't own this...too lazy to write anything witty.

Warnings: Some OOCness, sad stuff, profanity, and whatever else I add or you add.

Flashback

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Flashback

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You got it, mate? Good. Now read.

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George laid huddled up in the hospital bed, breathing weakly. He had lost 27 pounds in the last 3 months. He only weighed a few pounds more than Ron now. That wasn't too bad, but it wasn't good either. He was getting sicker and sicker.

They had moved him into St. Mungoes yesterday, and Dumbledore had come through on his offer to pay the bills. It really helped a lot. They needed the financial assistance. Dumbledore had visited his at the Hospital Wing at Hogwarts and helped move him here, too. It was cool.

Fred told Angelina what was going on, and Lee, Katie, Alicia, and Oliver too. They came to visit the last day he was there. Katie looked like she was going to cry.

"Hang in there, Georgie...I hope you get better..." That was the last thing she said to him before leaving, giving him a tear next to the kiss on his cheek. Angelina was a lot stronger, but if it had been Fred she probably would have been bawling her eyes out. Everyone knew she liked him, except Fred of course.

"You better pull through." She told him, smiling and mussing up his hair. Oliver didn't really say much, except to get well because he needed him for Quidditch and gave George a hug when he got there, then again when he left. Lee gave him a chocolate frog and the biggest grin he'd ever seen on his friends face. Almost everything he said started with, "When you get back..."

He must've been in denial.

Now, Alicia...She looked upset. The entire time there, she didn't say a word, just stared at him. She didn't look angry, nor sad. She looked weak and annoyed. Half the time, even though people were talking to him, George stared back at her. It was a long staring contest. She always won.

So far a doctor comes into the room every couple of hours and performed odd spells on him, some weakening him, some making him a little stronger, but they did no good. George had grown very tired and irritable, which is no surprise considering the nurse poked him with a needle to take his blood every hour.

After they admitted him, Fred wouldn't go back to Hogwarts. He refused and when Bill and Charlie tried to take him he kicked and howled, screeching like a banshee. It was much less trouble to let him stay with George, particularly after he'd broken his arm and leg, fighting return. So he stayed, working on his homework on a table next to George's bed. George also had homework, but he wasn't able to do it, so of course, that resulted in Fred doing it and/or blowing it up for the hell of it. But believe it or not, they didn't have all their classes together, so a couple subjects of George's Fred was completely lost on no matter how George tried to explain it.

They still weren't sure exactly what was wrong with George. Madam Pomfrey wasn't right when she diagnosed Leukemia, no, it was so much deeper than just that. Fred and the rest of the family weren't very pleased at that discovery. At this point, George had just stopped caring.

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It had been almost a week. George was getting pissed off. The nurse had been poking and prodding him for the last three hours. It was uncomfortable, annoying, itchy, pointless, dumb, itchy.. It was pissing him off.

"Oi!" He shouted as she poked a needle into his spine for the third time in a row. "Stop it!"

She stopped and sat down on the bed next to him. George slowly rolled onto his side, facing her just in case she snuck up on him and got him again with the needle.

"It hurt?" George stared at her dumbfoundedly.

"Uhhh YEAH!" She grinned and marked something on a piece of paper.

This strange nurse's name was Averanda Lovegood (big surprise huh?). She stood at about 5 feet and 8 inches tall, towering over most girls her age. She was twenty three with bright blue eyes and long pale blond hair. God knows how she got a job as a nurse. George glared at him as she stood up.

"Stick that in me one more time and your gonna pull back a nub, sweetheart." He growled, an evil gleam shining in his eye. He was REALLY sick of getting poked. Averanda, the nurse, stared wide eyed.

"Mr. Weasley...you ARE aware that I have reasons for poking you repeatedly..." She stated in monotone, looking a bit bored while she juggled the needle in her hands. George eyed the needle cautiously, before slowly sitting himself against the pillows on his bed. He shrugged.

Averanda laid the needle on the table between the two beds they were sitting on.

"I need to make sure you feel pain obviously. And sometimes it's to get blood to test...sometimes for my merry amusement." George glared at her evilly.

"Wanna amuse yourself in a body bind?" Averanda burst into laughter, rolling her eyes. She laughed so hard that she cried and when she finally stopped, she took in a deep breath, smiled, and wiped a tear from her cheek.

"Obviously you don't know a whole lot about St. Mungoes, eh boy?" George frowned.

"What the fuck does that mean?"

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, Mr. Weasley. Watch your language!" George glared at her with death eaters skills. Her grin faltered a bit.

"Well...okay. Mr. Weasley, you cannot use magic in St. Mungoes unless given official permission. You can only use magic if you're one of the doctors." George shrugged and slid back down the bed so he could roll back on his side. Before Averanda could say anything more, there a loud thump on the door and she stood.

"Come in-it's probably your brother, Frederick again..-I said COME IN-Yes...definitely Fred." Averanda muttered, passing Fred on his way in, the forgotten needle still on the table. George reached for it and threw it under the bed across from him.

"HAH!"

Fred had walked and sat down on the bed opposite him. His eyes were bloodshot and face paler then usual, he also looked as if he lost a few pounds, too. George looked up at him and stuck out his tongue.

"I have a nurse that's a LOVEGOOD!" Fred stared, merely shrugging and yawning a bit. He didn't look like he'd had much sleep either. George stared back.

It was a very long staring contest.

Blink.

Blink.

George won. Only barely.

Fred ran a hand over his hair and let out a shaky sigh, looking away from his twin for a moment and down at the floor. George started to become very concerned.

"Fred? Fred? What's wrong?" He asked softly, jumping when Fred's head whipped up to face him, eyes gleaming.

"WHAT DO YOU THINK?" He hissed. George reached up and stuck his forefinger in his mouth and started to gnaw at the needle. They were both quiet for several minutes until Fred finally broke the silence.

"Does anyone know what's wrong with you, yet?" George wasn't sure whether he he was just insulting him or if he was just asking a simple question, so he chose the latter.

"No. They thought I was possessed, so now I think that they think I was poisoned." Fred snorted.

"By whom?"

"Dunno.." The twins stared at each other, but nervous to crack a joke or say much more. Fred suddenly stood to his feet.

"I have to go back home!" George nodded slightly.

"Okay...bye Fred."

"Bye George."

George sat in the bed for several minutes, only then feeling a tear drop down his cheek, and then another, and another. He wasn't really sure why he was so sad, but he wanted someone to be there. It seemed like his family was to nervous to see him, especially Fred. It wasn't his fault this happened, or was it? George didn't know. He curled up on his side and let the tears fall. He was alone. He was alone because he was sick and nobody could deal with it anymore.

He didn't like being alone very much.

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