Can't Happen Here

Chapter 4: Time Rushes By

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            Time seemed to stand still on the little hospital, in which a young boy of nineteen fought for his life and his true love cried and prayed that he would survive. Hermione had finally calmed down a bit and had managed to stand up on wobbly knees and peer in the window, where the doctors were feverishly operating on Ron. The sight of his shaking body was too much to bear, so she turned her head and collapsed into a stiff chair by the door, waiting to hear the news, whether it be good-or bad.

            After an hour or so, Dr. Hastings came out from the room, taking off blood stained latex gloves and tossing them into a trash can, looking grim. Hermione stood up quickly and turned to him.

            "How's Ron, Doctor? Did he survive?"

            Dr. Hastings nodded, and Hermione immediately lit up and made a move to go visit Ron, but he stuck out an arm and stopped her.

            "There's something else you should know, too, Ms. Granger."

            Hermione froze and turned slowly to him, looking into his troubled green eyes. There was something he was keeping from her, and she could tell it was bad. She had a sinking feeling inside of the pit of her stomach.

            "What is it? Tell me, now!"

            "Hermione, when I was operating, I could tell Ron's heart is getting worse and providing Ron with not enough breath. If he doesn't get a heart in by a month from now, then he will die."

            Hermione felt as if someone had reached in and ripped her heart from her chest. She began to breathe heavily, feeling as if she was going to pass out.

            "No….No…," she murmured softly, "Not my Ron… please…no…"

            Dr. Hastings put a comforting hand on her shoulder.

            "If this is any comfort, Ron has moved up to number 20 on the waiting list."

            Hermione nodded and smiled timidly. All at once, a blinding rage came out of nowhere.

            "You're lying! Ron isn't going to die! I won't let him"

            Doctor Hastings made a move as if to comfort her, but she backed away.

            "Don't touch me!"

            She turned on her heel and ran into Ron's room, refusing to let the tears that lay unbidden fall down her face. A quick glance at Ron's bed told her that he was fast asleep. She smiled at the fragile look upon his face and sat down in her usual chair. She took his large hand in her tiny one and brushed some of his fiery red hair from his face.

            "I won't let you die, Ron. We will get through this together."

            She sat there silently for the rest of the night, keeping silent vigil.

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Author's Note: Whoa, this chapter just wrote itself! Lol! I kind of like this one, but not really. I'm really sorry about saying I wouldn't update until I got 15 reviews. I  was just really discouraged because no one was reviewing and I thought everyone hated my story. I'm really grateful and thank everyone who reviewed my story! You all rock, and so do your stories! Please review this chapter, and look for Chapter 5 out soon! Ron's going to find out the bad news! Will Ron die or will he live? Only I know…*evil laugh* Anyways, just review!!!