Brick
Chapter Three: Anger
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Disclamier: I think ya'll know the drill by now. Right?
By the time August rolled around, Hermione wasn't showing any signs of recovery. For weeks her hair had been falling out rapidly, large, thick clumps often seen in the wastepaper basket by the bed. She tried to hide her semi-baldness with wigs, but Ron noticed she seemed oddly disfigured when wearing one, as if the wig swallowed her.
Hermione's doctor had begun given her Muggle treatments in hopes of seeing improvement, but they did much more harm than good.
Ron's daily visits were often occupied by watching a sleeping Hermione, whose treatments made her quite groggy.
In the rare times when she was awake, they reminisced about their memories from Hogwarts. While re-telling a particularly funny story one afternoon, Ron was alarmed when Hermione's laugh turned into a violent, hacking cough.
"Nurse! Can I get a nurse in here?" Ron shouted desperately, his eyes widening in fear as he watched his helpless girlfriend writhe on the bed.
A young nurse with blonde hair rushed into the room, her high heels clicking loudly on the linoleum floor. Her robes swished from side to side as she quickly filled a vial with fluid.
"What's that?" Ron asked. He had a horrible image in his mind, a nightmare that involved Hermione being poisoned by the nurse.
"Medication." She replied promptly in an irritated tone as she plunged the vial into Hermione's forearm. "The nurse on duty forgot to give Miss Granger her medicine at noon."
Ron's face screwed up in anger as he shouted the words, "AREN'T YOU PEOPLE SUPPOSED TO BE PROFESSIONALS? HOW HARD IS IT TO REMEMBER A MEDICATION, FOR GOD'S SAKE? YOU'RE JUST GOING TO LET HER DIE?!" His voice echoed through the empty room and he stopped, short of breath.
Hermione's eyes filled with tears, her face turning red in embarrassment.
The nurse looked at Ron angrily, answering him in a shrill but calm voice. "Miss Granger needs her rest now. Visiting hours are over."
Ron, still angry by the events that had just taken place, stood up quickly, knocking the plastic hospital chair over. He picked it back up and walked out the door, slamming it shut behind him.