CHAPTER NINE- HOSPITAL STAY
The fifth day, compared to the others, went by really well. All that happened was another vase got broken, the twins fell down the stairs, Ron got locked in his room for a couple hours (and during a meal, yikes!), Percy's glasses broke, Ginny ate some owl food, and Charlie got a nasty cold.
"I think I'm getting the hang of it." Bill said that night as he and Charlie tried getting to sleep.
"Dat's good." Charlie said, sniffling into a tissue. "ACHOO!"
"Kids aren't so bad. I think I changed my mind about having them when I'm older." Bill said.
"Good for you. ACHOO!"
"Not six, though. Just a couple."
"Dere's seven of us, dork. ACHOO!"
"Well, goodnight." Bill turned off the light.
*
Bill was awoken in the middle of the night at Ron screaming. He got out of bed and went upstairs. "What is it, Ron?" He asked, flipping the light on.
"Ginny's sick!" He said, pointing at Ginny who had thrown up.
"Probably from the owl food." Bill picked the crying Ginny up, took the disgusting clothes off, wiped her face off, got her in clean clothes and set her on the floor. Bill took the messy sheets and blankets and put them with her clothes. He put fresh sheets and quilt in and put Ginny back in. "You'll be okay." Bill kissed her head. "Now go to sleep." He turned the light off and went to the basement, throwing the messy stuff in the washer. He got it going then went back up to his room.
"Wad happened?" Charlie asked.
"Ginny threw up." Bill said with a yawn and settled down to get some sleep. . .
"BILL!" Bill jerked awoke, and returned to the room.
"What is it now, Ron?" Bill asked, turning the light on again.
"She threw up again." Ron said. Bill did everything again but this time, found a sleeping bag and slept on the floor. Ginny threw up seven more times so Bill hardly got any sleep. So on the sixth day, he was extremely tired.
"I don't want toast again." Fred said during breakfast.
"I'm too tired to make anything else." Bill said sleepily.
"I don't WANT toast." Fred yelled.
"You are going to EAT it and you are going to LIKE it!" Bill yelled.
"No!" Fred said and threw his toast out the window.
"Fine, then you get nothing to eat till lunch." Bill snapped.
"I WANT MY TOAST!" Fred cried.
"Too late, should of thought of that before-"
"I WANT MY-" Fred stopped and took Ron's toast.
"Bill he took my toooooaaaaassssstttttt!" Ron whined.
"Fred, give Ron his toast ba-" Bill stopped as Fred ate it. He sighed, made Ron some more toast and slumped back into his seat.
After breakfast, they lounged about in the living room. "When am I going to get my glasses fixed?" Percy asked, peering out through a cracked lens.
"When mom and dad get home." Bill said with a yawn.
"That's in two days!" Ron said brightly.
"That's right. Two more days. . . " Bill lay back and sighed happily. Just two more days! After a while, Charlie took the twins out back for some flying practice and Percy played with Ginny in the other room.
"What's that?" He opened his eyes and saw Ron pointing to a ceramic apple on a high shelf.
"What does it look like?" Bill asked.
"Like an apple."
"It is an apple."
"I want the apple!" Ron said, reaching for it.
"No, Ron, its not real." Bill said.
"Gimme the apple!" Ron said, climbing on the bottom shelf.
"Its not real." Bill said.
"I want the apple!" Ron insisted, standing on the bottom shelf and reaching for it.
"No, Ron. It is not real." Bill said.
"I. . . want. . . APPLE!" Ron hit the shelf and the apple rolled off and fell on his head.
"Ron!" Bill ran over to the now-unconscious boy. He hoped all it did was knock him out but no, his head was bleeding. "Oh GREAT." He thought of the hospital in Ottery Saint Catchpole's. He ran outside, yelled the news to Charlie then tried to think of the fastest way. It'd take a while by walking and Ron could. . .
No, not walk. Bill looked around and spotted the new car they had just gotten not too long ago. Royal blue and very nice. Bill bit his bottom lip, then ran in the house, to his parents room, fished the keys out of the secret place and put Ron in the car seat in the back. Bill shoved the key in the ignition, and peeled out of the driveway. He quickly arrived at the hospital and took Ron in.
The doctor saw him pretty much right away and promised Ron would be okay but would have to stay overnight. "All right. I'll be back, I need to tell the others." Bill said.
"Where are his parents?" He asked.
"Vacation. I'm his older brother." Bill replied.
"How old are you?"
"Seventeen." Bill said. He knew he could pass it off. He looked a lot older then he was. The doctor frowned but shrugged.
"Okay." Bill got in the car and drove home. Ron would be fine. Everything was fine. Everything was-
Bill turned the wheel quickly, to avoid a dog that had run out in the road. The car spun sideways and lurched forward into a tree. Bill was thrown forward and his head hit the windshield since he forgot to buckle up. He blinked a couple times then everything went black.
*
When Bill woke up, he found he had only been unconscious for about five minutes. He touched his blood-soaked head and cat out of the car. The entire hood was wrapped around the tree and the windshield was cracked. One of the front lights was gone, and a tire had rolled off. Swearing loudly, he kicked the car and hurt his foot.
How was he going to explain this to his parents? He couldn't tell them about Ron's injury. But there was no other explanation for what happened to the-robbed. Someone stole the car!
Bill pulled the keys out of the ignition, and then proceeded to make it look as if the car was jacked. He backed up and ran all the way home.
"Bill? Is Ron okay? What happened to you?" Percy asked.
"Nothing happened." Bill put the keys back where they were, and washed himself up. He wrapped bandages around his head, got some stuff for the hospital and went downstairs. "I'm staying with Ron at the hospital overnight. I'll be back in the morning. Charlie is in charge." Bill said goodbye and walked to the hospital.
*
Ron woke up in the morning, perfectly fine. He wanted to know what happened so Bill told him.
"Mr. Weasley?" The nurse appeared. "Here's the bill."
She handed the bill to him and he swore loudly. "You said a bad word, Bill." Ron said.
"Oh no how am I going to-oh no oh no oh no!" He moaned. Now what was he going to do? There was nothing he could do. He was dead meat. How was he going to get out of this. . . one. . .
Bill sat up straight and smiled.
*
"Thank you SO much, Grandpa!" Bill said after Grandpa Weasley paid the bill.
"Next time keep a closer eye on your brother." His grandpa said as he drove them home.
"I will, I promise. As long as you promise not to tell dad about this." Bill said.
"That son of mine shouldn't of left!" Grandpa Weasley insisted. They got back to the Burrow. "I won't tell him."
"Thank you so much, Gra-OW!" Bill yelped as his grandpa smacked him with his cane.
"You should of called me. I could of healed him in an instant!" He smacked Bill again and left.
"Ron! You're okay!" Percy said happily as they went inside. Ron smiled and pointed to the bandages on his head.
"I got hit on the head."
"Yes you did." Bill said, setting him down and sighing. "And hopefully mum and dad will never find out about it. . . "
The fifth day, compared to the others, went by really well. All that happened was another vase got broken, the twins fell down the stairs, Ron got locked in his room for a couple hours (and during a meal, yikes!), Percy's glasses broke, Ginny ate some owl food, and Charlie got a nasty cold.
"I think I'm getting the hang of it." Bill said that night as he and Charlie tried getting to sleep.
"Dat's good." Charlie said, sniffling into a tissue. "ACHOO!"
"Kids aren't so bad. I think I changed my mind about having them when I'm older." Bill said.
"Good for you. ACHOO!"
"Not six, though. Just a couple."
"Dere's seven of us, dork. ACHOO!"
"Well, goodnight." Bill turned off the light.
*
Bill was awoken in the middle of the night at Ron screaming. He got out of bed and went upstairs. "What is it, Ron?" He asked, flipping the light on.
"Ginny's sick!" He said, pointing at Ginny who had thrown up.
"Probably from the owl food." Bill picked the crying Ginny up, took the disgusting clothes off, wiped her face off, got her in clean clothes and set her on the floor. Bill took the messy sheets and blankets and put them with her clothes. He put fresh sheets and quilt in and put Ginny back in. "You'll be okay." Bill kissed her head. "Now go to sleep." He turned the light off and went to the basement, throwing the messy stuff in the washer. He got it going then went back up to his room.
"Wad happened?" Charlie asked.
"Ginny threw up." Bill said with a yawn and settled down to get some sleep. . .
"BILL!" Bill jerked awoke, and returned to the room.
"What is it now, Ron?" Bill asked, turning the light on again.
"She threw up again." Ron said. Bill did everything again but this time, found a sleeping bag and slept on the floor. Ginny threw up seven more times so Bill hardly got any sleep. So on the sixth day, he was extremely tired.
"I don't want toast again." Fred said during breakfast.
"I'm too tired to make anything else." Bill said sleepily.
"I don't WANT toast." Fred yelled.
"You are going to EAT it and you are going to LIKE it!" Bill yelled.
"No!" Fred said and threw his toast out the window.
"Fine, then you get nothing to eat till lunch." Bill snapped.
"I WANT MY TOAST!" Fred cried.
"Too late, should of thought of that before-"
"I WANT MY-" Fred stopped and took Ron's toast.
"Bill he took my toooooaaaaassssstttttt!" Ron whined.
"Fred, give Ron his toast ba-" Bill stopped as Fred ate it. He sighed, made Ron some more toast and slumped back into his seat.
After breakfast, they lounged about in the living room. "When am I going to get my glasses fixed?" Percy asked, peering out through a cracked lens.
"When mom and dad get home." Bill said with a yawn.
"That's in two days!" Ron said brightly.
"That's right. Two more days. . . " Bill lay back and sighed happily. Just two more days! After a while, Charlie took the twins out back for some flying practice and Percy played with Ginny in the other room.
"What's that?" He opened his eyes and saw Ron pointing to a ceramic apple on a high shelf.
"What does it look like?" Bill asked.
"Like an apple."
"It is an apple."
"I want the apple!" Ron said, reaching for it.
"No, Ron, its not real." Bill said.
"Gimme the apple!" Ron said, climbing on the bottom shelf.
"Its not real." Bill said.
"I want the apple!" Ron insisted, standing on the bottom shelf and reaching for it.
"No, Ron. It is not real." Bill said.
"I. . . want. . . APPLE!" Ron hit the shelf and the apple rolled off and fell on his head.
"Ron!" Bill ran over to the now-unconscious boy. He hoped all it did was knock him out but no, his head was bleeding. "Oh GREAT." He thought of the hospital in Ottery Saint Catchpole's. He ran outside, yelled the news to Charlie then tried to think of the fastest way. It'd take a while by walking and Ron could. . .
No, not walk. Bill looked around and spotted the new car they had just gotten not too long ago. Royal blue and very nice. Bill bit his bottom lip, then ran in the house, to his parents room, fished the keys out of the secret place and put Ron in the car seat in the back. Bill shoved the key in the ignition, and peeled out of the driveway. He quickly arrived at the hospital and took Ron in.
The doctor saw him pretty much right away and promised Ron would be okay but would have to stay overnight. "All right. I'll be back, I need to tell the others." Bill said.
"Where are his parents?" He asked.
"Vacation. I'm his older brother." Bill replied.
"How old are you?"
"Seventeen." Bill said. He knew he could pass it off. He looked a lot older then he was. The doctor frowned but shrugged.
"Okay." Bill got in the car and drove home. Ron would be fine. Everything was fine. Everything was-
Bill turned the wheel quickly, to avoid a dog that had run out in the road. The car spun sideways and lurched forward into a tree. Bill was thrown forward and his head hit the windshield since he forgot to buckle up. He blinked a couple times then everything went black.
*
When Bill woke up, he found he had only been unconscious for about five minutes. He touched his blood-soaked head and cat out of the car. The entire hood was wrapped around the tree and the windshield was cracked. One of the front lights was gone, and a tire had rolled off. Swearing loudly, he kicked the car and hurt his foot.
How was he going to explain this to his parents? He couldn't tell them about Ron's injury. But there was no other explanation for what happened to the-robbed. Someone stole the car!
Bill pulled the keys out of the ignition, and then proceeded to make it look as if the car was jacked. He backed up and ran all the way home.
"Bill? Is Ron okay? What happened to you?" Percy asked.
"Nothing happened." Bill put the keys back where they were, and washed himself up. He wrapped bandages around his head, got some stuff for the hospital and went downstairs. "I'm staying with Ron at the hospital overnight. I'll be back in the morning. Charlie is in charge." Bill said goodbye and walked to the hospital.
*
Ron woke up in the morning, perfectly fine. He wanted to know what happened so Bill told him.
"Mr. Weasley?" The nurse appeared. "Here's the bill."
She handed the bill to him and he swore loudly. "You said a bad word, Bill." Ron said.
"Oh no how am I going to-oh no oh no oh no!" He moaned. Now what was he going to do? There was nothing he could do. He was dead meat. How was he going to get out of this. . . one. . .
Bill sat up straight and smiled.
*
"Thank you SO much, Grandpa!" Bill said after Grandpa Weasley paid the bill.
"Next time keep a closer eye on your brother." His grandpa said as he drove them home.
"I will, I promise. As long as you promise not to tell dad about this." Bill said.
"That son of mine shouldn't of left!" Grandpa Weasley insisted. They got back to the Burrow. "I won't tell him."
"Thank you so much, Gra-OW!" Bill yelped as his grandpa smacked him with his cane.
"You should of called me. I could of healed him in an instant!" He smacked Bill again and left.
"Ron! You're okay!" Percy said happily as they went inside. Ron smiled and pointed to the bandages on his head.
"I got hit on the head."
"Yes you did." Bill said, setting him down and sighing. "And hopefully mum and dad will never find out about it. . . "