Scars
Ok I'm guna write this chapter from Miones point of view
" Ron " I mumbled the pain in my head stabbing lucidly this time. What I heard though was more of an incoherent mutter than anything else .
" Its ok I'm here " Ron answered
" What's wrong with me " I tried to say but couldn't I guess that from the sound of my groans Ron understood me.
" You've been burned very badly " Ron whispered his voice sounded so choked. He reached out for my hand held it to his lips.
I started to slip out of consciousness again I understand now it was the drugs that made me so sleepy.
The next day I carried on like this in and out of sleep not really conscious of anything except Ron and that my face felt as though it had been slashed to pieces.
It was about the third day after the fire that I awoke properly.
" Ron " I managed. I had repeated that word every time I had woken up in the past few days and he had always answered.
I managed to turn my head slightly even though shooting pain ripped through it. He was asleep he hadn't been shaving in the past few days and his hair was dishevelled. Apart from that he looked fine. I was so relieved to see him.
As though he was attached to me by some sort of string he woke up with a start.
When he saw me looking at him he smiled. He lent over and kissed me. It was so gentle his lip barley made contact with my skin it was more like a soft breath than anything else.
" What's wrong with me" I murmured
" Do you remember the fire Hermione"
" Yes" vague recollections rushed through my mind. White flames Ron dark person, everything was jumbled together.
" Well you were burnt very badly Hermione" Ron spoke so sorrowfully that It worried me I had no idea of the damage.
" Let me see I" I croaked
" No" Ron shook his head determined
" Let me see " I repeated. I was no fool and now that my wits were fast coming about me I felt panicked.
" No" Ron replied his voice even firmer than before.
"Yes" I shrieked as loudly as I could. This large movement in my mouth made me shake convulsively with pain.
I tried to lift my arms but found that they were tucked so firmly under the bed covers that it made movement impossible.
I started to cry and try and lift my body up. Ron all through this grew increasingly alarmed. I
In the end he got up beside the bed and loosened the covers away from me. He took my hands in his pulled me against him. I struggled at first as the horrific burning came back to me. I knew what I would look like.
After a few hours sleep in Ron's arms I came to. My first thought was a mirror and how I could get one.
The pain in my face had lessened and I thought that if I tried I might be able to walk. Ron lay next to me exhausted.
I got shakily to my feet. My head was in a whirl. I walked across the hospital wing slowly like a baby. My white robe hung loosely off me. My eyes stung by the white light. I realised that the light had been dimmed in my cubicle. I found a full-length mirror against one of the large walls and looked at myself.
My face and neck had been bandaged well. I took the end of one of the bandages and unwound it slowly.
Half my face was disfigured. One half exactly as it was, the other scared and raw.
There were scars all over criss crossing the left side of my cheek. My hair was badly burnt and in places I looked bald.
I was hideous I reminded myself of a Barbie doll I had as a plaything when I was younger.
A boy at nursery had burnt her hair and scribbled all over part of her face with red felt tip pen.
I felt light-headed. It was as though the monster before me was just a picture not real. With that last painful thought I fell to the floor.
Ok I'm guna write this chapter from Miones point of view
" Ron " I mumbled the pain in my head stabbing lucidly this time. What I heard though was more of an incoherent mutter than anything else .
" Its ok I'm here " Ron answered
" What's wrong with me " I tried to say but couldn't I guess that from the sound of my groans Ron understood me.
" You've been burned very badly " Ron whispered his voice sounded so choked. He reached out for my hand held it to his lips.
I started to slip out of consciousness again I understand now it was the drugs that made me so sleepy.
The next day I carried on like this in and out of sleep not really conscious of anything except Ron and that my face felt as though it had been slashed to pieces.
It was about the third day after the fire that I awoke properly.
" Ron " I managed. I had repeated that word every time I had woken up in the past few days and he had always answered.
I managed to turn my head slightly even though shooting pain ripped through it. He was asleep he hadn't been shaving in the past few days and his hair was dishevelled. Apart from that he looked fine. I was so relieved to see him.
As though he was attached to me by some sort of string he woke up with a start.
When he saw me looking at him he smiled. He lent over and kissed me. It was so gentle his lip barley made contact with my skin it was more like a soft breath than anything else.
" What's wrong with me" I murmured
" Do you remember the fire Hermione"
" Yes" vague recollections rushed through my mind. White flames Ron dark person, everything was jumbled together.
" Well you were burnt very badly Hermione" Ron spoke so sorrowfully that It worried me I had no idea of the damage.
" Let me see I" I croaked
" No" Ron shook his head determined
" Let me see " I repeated. I was no fool and now that my wits were fast coming about me I felt panicked.
" No" Ron replied his voice even firmer than before.
"Yes" I shrieked as loudly as I could. This large movement in my mouth made me shake convulsively with pain.
I tried to lift my arms but found that they were tucked so firmly under the bed covers that it made movement impossible.
I started to cry and try and lift my body up. Ron all through this grew increasingly alarmed. I
In the end he got up beside the bed and loosened the covers away from me. He took my hands in his pulled me against him. I struggled at first as the horrific burning came back to me. I knew what I would look like.
After a few hours sleep in Ron's arms I came to. My first thought was a mirror and how I could get one.
The pain in my face had lessened and I thought that if I tried I might be able to walk. Ron lay next to me exhausted.
I got shakily to my feet. My head was in a whirl. I walked across the hospital wing slowly like a baby. My white robe hung loosely off me. My eyes stung by the white light. I realised that the light had been dimmed in my cubicle. I found a full-length mirror against one of the large walls and looked at myself.
My face and neck had been bandaged well. I took the end of one of the bandages and unwound it slowly.
Half my face was disfigured. One half exactly as it was, the other scared and raw.
There were scars all over criss crossing the left side of my cheek. My hair was badly burnt and in places I looked bald.
I was hideous I reminded myself of a Barbie doll I had as a plaything when I was younger.
A boy at nursery had burnt her hair and scribbled all over part of her face with red felt tip pen.
I felt light-headed. It was as though the monster before me was just a picture not real. With that last painful thought I fell to the floor.