Avenging The Past: Chapter 29

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"Hermione? Angel are you alright?" Ron asked desperately.

Hermione had woken up from a nightmare, but it had only lasted a few seconds before Hermione had forced herself to wake up. This was not the first time she had done this; ever since her appointment with Celeste where she had ventured deep into her memories to when she was tortured by Bellatrix Lestrange. Every time she had woken up though, Ron was always there to hold her in his arms.

"I'm okay," she panted. Ron gave her a sad smile and pushed her mass of bushy, sweaty hair out of her face.

"Have I ever told you how brilliant you are?" chuckled Ron kissing her forehead.

"I think you may have mentioned it once or twice," she joined into his laughter. "I think it helps you know?" she said when she caught her breath, " you being here beside me."

"Really?"

"Yeah, most good things that I think about to get rid of the nightmares are about you and Rose. So having you right beside me helps me push them away easier," she told him laying her head on his chest.

"Well then I am thrilled to be of help," he said kissing her temple softly, "and I am not the only one here," he smiled touching her baby bulge.

"Very true, kind of like having someone with me all the time,"she chuckled touching her stomach affectionately. Then right under hand little Weasley #2 kicked hard.

"Ron it hears us," she said excitedly grabbing his hand and putting it where hers had been previously.

"Hey little guy," he cooed, scooching down in the he so he could place his head on her stomach.

"Or girl," Hermione reminded him. Ron rolled his eyes and closed his eyes and looked as if he were about to fall asleep.

"We should probably get to sleep, you have to go into work tomorrow," Hermione told him looking down at his content face with a smile.

"Yeah," he agreed, planting one last kiss on her belly before literally passing out onto the pillow immediately. Hermione chuckled to herself and settled down on her pillow as well, only to be woken thirty seconds later by a scream.

This had been going on approximately every other night since Rose's torture. Of course some were worse than others, and they could occasionally leave her to fall back to sleep herself, but just by the scream tonight, Hermione could tell this was not one they could brush off. And even though it was not a surprise to either of them, they still jumped out of bed as if it was a first time thing.

Rose was not sitting up in her bed like usual, but instead she was laying down in her sweat covered pillow. Yes, Rose usually sweat a lot during her nightmares, but never this much, thought Hermione.

They rushed over to Rose and tried to lift her up but before they knew it she had thrown up all over herself and her bed.

"Oh god, Ron quick get some water and a bucket," Hermione ordered grabbing her wand and cleaning up Rose's sick.

Ron was back almost instantly with the requested items. He helped Rose sip her water, but she had almost instantly throw it up again, but this time in the bucket Ron had brought.

"We have to get her to St. Mungos Ron!" Hermione said frantically.

"Okay go get changed and I will stay with her then we can go," he told her taking her spot by a barely conscious Rose's bedside and stroking her hair.

"It's alright pumpkin, we will get you all better," he soothed, Rose just moaned and grabbed her side.

Hermione was back a minute later and threw some jeans at Ron for him to put on. He changed quickly, and they were soon in the fireplace, flooing to St. Mungos.

They rushed Rose to emergency and asked for Dr. Ian.

"I'm sorry he is not in at night," the nurse told them absentminded. "Take number and you will be called to see the healer on the night shift," she said pointing to the small red number dispenser beside her.

"No you don't understand! This is urgent," Hermione almost shrieked. Ron shifted Rose to his hip so he could place a comforting hand on Hermione's back.

"Yes, and so is everyone elses problems," she said smugly, gesturing to all of the people in the waiting room.

"I NEED TO SPEAK TO HEALER IAN NOW!" shouted Hermione, and Ron didn't even bother to stop her this time because this nurse was getting on his nerves as well. This nurse was treading in dangerous waters by arguing with a seven and half month pregnant-not only woman, but Hermione. Ron knew from experience that their was nothing worse than an angry pregnant Hermione.

"Listen," said Ron calmly, "she was in intensive care a few months ago healing from a curse, and we were told to come here if any complications arise," he told the nurse, surprising himself by being the one to keep his cool, as it was usually the other way around.

She studied the pair hard for a moment before scribbling something down quickly on a piece of parchment and flicking it into flight with her wand. The parchment shaped like a paper airplane zoomed out of sight down the hall.

"Just a moment please," she said with false politeness. Hermione gave her a sarcastic smile back, and a silent staring duel began between the nurse and Hermione. They only looked away from each other when Rose let out a particularly loud moan and threw up all over Ron's shoulder. Hermione was quick to vanish the mess from Ron's shoulder, forgetting all about the sassy nurse.

"It's alright sweetheart," Ron cooed rubbing her back as she sobbed painfully loud.

Just then the parchment came zooming back into sight, and a pop was heard as soon as it reached them. Healer Ian was now standing right beside them.

"Quick bring her this way," he told them looking Rose over quickly. Hermione and Ron obliged and speed walked behind him.

He showed them to one of the rooms and Ron laid Rose down on the white sterile bed.

"What are her symptoms?" he asked checking Rose over.

"She woke up from a nightmare covered in a cold sweat and she has been sick, and in pain, but I'm not sure where," Hermione said, watching his every move.

"Ok, ok," he muttered to himself. "Rose where does it hurt?" he asked. Rose slowly moved a hand to her side and moaned again.

"Your tummy hurts sweetie? Hermione asked kneeling down beside her daughter.

"Not her stomach," said Dr. Ian quietly.

"What then?" asked Ron from behind Hermione.

"The remains of the curse must have given her a pretty harsh jolt," Dr. Ian explained, standing to face the worried couple.

"So, what does that mean? Will she be okay?" Hermione rushed out urgently.

"Her appendix had ruptured."

Ron and Hermione shared looks of both, confusion, shock, and pain in knowing that Rose's recovery was not yet over.


Ok guys I started a new plot line here. NOTE!: I can make the whole appendix thing either long or short but I can't decided so I need you guys to tell me which one you prefer. My appendix actually ruptured so I can make the story long like mine or shorten it. I know Rose is sick again, but I figured the curse would rise again sometime again considering everything she went through, so the whole appendix thing kinda made sense. So review and PLEASE PLEASE TELL ME WHAT YOU THINK.

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