Once again, thanks to all who reviewed.

This story is coming along a little slower then I initially expected. My friend and I are starting up a new club and that ate all our time through March.

In fact, I just returned from Ireland last night and this evening I sat down and typed up a chapter, when I should be catching up on my class work. Thankfully this past week was the college spring break and I only need to catch up on very little.

Usual disclaimer: Not mine, yeah, but everybody already knows that.

Has everybody heard that Oliver Wood isn't going to be in PoA!!!!! Oh the horror! What will happen next? Sean Biggerstaff, I think his name is, feel free to correct me, has declined being in the third. Imagine what this will do to the Quidittch matches. Ack!

Summery: Percy wakes up in a London hospital with no memory. Oliver finds him. Together they face the reality of life. This chapter, Percy talks to the doc and questions himself.

I'm not sure that this actually qualifies the rating change, but be forewarned that it does get a touch graphic.

Chapter 4

Truth, Reality, and Fantasy

3:15 P.M.

"Good Afternoon, Mr. Weasley." Doctor Randolph reached out for the paperwork that hung off the foot of Percy Weasley's hospital bed. "Having just spoken to Nurse Rose, I found that our John Doe had been identified." After he gave a small smile down at the patient, he read the updated information on John Doe.

Still stroking the long thin wood under his sheet with his free hand, Percy looked up at the doctor. "Doctor, everything is okay with me, isn't it?"

The doctor peered over his clipboard to the redheaded patient. "Percy, how much did the nurses tell you about what we know happened?"

"I'm afraid not much," Percy gripped the wand as a lifeline.

"Is it okay I call you Percy, Mr. Weasley?" the doctor asked.

"Of course it is," Percy flippantly answered. At the moment, John had accepted all the responsibilities with being Percy Weasley; however, he wasn't sure about the wizard part yet.

"Percy, you were brought into the hospital by a young woman." Flipping the notes on his clipboard, he continued, "Mrs. Roberts, it says here. You were admitted at 1:35 am, unconscious, with no identification, suspected victim of a hit and run accident. The radial bone protruded from your right arm, and two shards of glass still etched into your chest at two parts, which are those two bandages that the nurse changed. Cuts and many bruises covered your body, but the bruise on the side of your cranium is what we worried about most." He paused to look up at Percy.

Letting go of his lifeline momentarily, he reached up and touched the bandage that still circled his head. His glasses just barely met the bandages around his head. "Please continue doctor," Percy said.

"According to your x-ray, you suffered no brain damage from your injury, but we had to wait till you awoke to make sure everything worked. Does everything work?"

"I can move every part of my body. I can walk to the toilet and use it without pain or problem. I can eat solid food, and drink liquids without problem. Yes, so far everything works." Percy wiggled his toes, fingers of his left hand, and could just bend his fingers on the right.

"Excellent," Doctor Randolph took note on his clipboard. After a moment, he continued, "You were in a coma for sixteen hours, before you woke up yesterday. We had found internal bleeding and that was patched up. We are very glad you woke up. Amnesia is not uncommon for victims of head trauma and these type things. No telling how long it would have taken us to discover who you are (A/N: especially since they would have no record of wizards), thankfully that Mr. Wood came by and found you."

Percy's color changed at the name of Oliver Wood: so many developments with him had come up, especially with being a wizard. He didn't know how he felt about that.

"Something you want to talk about Percy?" the doctor noticed his blushing.

"Only if you have a few minutes to talk," Percy once again gripped his lifeline.

Doctor Randolph flipped his clipboard shut and placed it on the bed. "I've got a couple minutes to lend an ear." He pulled a chair up to the head of the bed. "What would you like to discuss?"

"Doctor, I think I'm gay, for one," Percy said first.

The doctor nodded, "I have a lot of gay friends, there is nothing wrong with them. What makes you say you are?"

"Well, one thing, or rather one person makes me say so, Oliver Wood." Percy looked down the length of his own body, blushing.

Looking questioningly at Percy, and noting the blush. "What is it about Oliver Wood?"

"For one, his is incredibly cute."

"Shaggworthy?" The doctor joked.

Percy blushed even more. "Oh very shaggworthy."

"And?" the doctor continued.

"It's the way he first reacted to seeing me here in the hospital, he seemed to care for me. I may not have been in tuned to it at the time, but when I look back on that time, his gaze would not look me in the eye at first. Pretty soon after that I was checking him out. Only after a few minutes of knowing him, I was checking him out." Percy stopped for a second to catch his breath.

"There's nothing wrong with that, it's good that at some level you recognized him." The doctor leaned forward to the bed.

"Later, when I was sleeping, I dreamt about him. Oliver held me close. I can still remember the feel of him around me, no not like that," he blushed and the doctor laughed. "It was comfortable, like that was where I belonged." He paused again.

"The subconscious works on strange levels. Dreams take on what the mind can't on a conscious level."

"The next time I saw him, my insides melted. Also, I met my family. Oliver seemed to be in good terms with my family. He told me something that I'm not ready to discuss."

Nodding in understanding, the doctor understood this, he spent a lot of time with his gay friends. He let out a little smile, "I've also had my own experiences and loves with men, but also women. I'm married to a lovely Japanese woman, and we have arrangements."

Percy now found himself smiling. "Did you ever tell your family that you are bi?"

"Only my friends know, mostly the gay ones." Doctor Randolph smiled. "Please continue, Percy."

"When I first showed a sign of affection back, he was shocked. I told him I dreamed about him. Oliver told me that my family does not know about us. We even live together, known each other through our school years, that could be the main reason my family is so accepting of us, not knowing that we are gay." Percy sighed. "And to top it off, we parted with a kiss," he reached up and touched his lips. "He told me something that I need to think about." He cryptically said.

They sat in silence for the moment, both listening to the noise of the hospital. "Do you feel you are ready to be discharged?"

"Yes. Am I ready to go home and face my family? Questionable." Percy shrugged.

Standing, the doctor reached for the blood pressure gear and looked down at Percy. "I can discharge you for the morning, we are going to observe you for the remainder of the day. It'll give you sometime to think."

"Thanks doctor." Percy said as the doctor slipped on the cuff and telescope.

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5:35 p.m

"Good evening, Mr. Weasley." Nurse Oak slid back the curtain around his bed.

Percy jumped, he had once again been lost in his thoughts over being a wizard.

"Hello, Nurse Oak." Percy said, looking up at her.

"How are you handling things?" referring to finding out who he is.

"Slowly accepting things," he smiled.

"Are you going to be discharged in the morning?"

"Doctor Randolph has recommended me for discharge."

"Anything you would like to talk about dear?"

"No," Percy said. "Nurse, do you think I'll regain my memories?"

"Mr. Weasley, I never give up hope on anything. There is always hope." Nurse Oak smiled and put a nail polished hand onto his shoulder.

"Thanks, really, I'd just like to be left to my own thoughts for a while." Percy smiled, "Thank you Nurse Oak, for everything."

"Okay, Mr. Weasley, feel free to visit anytime in the future," she said in departure.

"Nurse, could you please put the curtain back around?"

She did.

"Thanks."

Percy had had another bath by Nurse Rose earlier and his bandages changed after that. Also, he had eaten hospital food. Since talking to the good doctor, (A/N: think of Brian talking about Doctor Dave on Queer as Folk, personal favorite), Percy spent a lot of time thinking about being a wizard.

He had searched his memory for some sort of spell, to prove that he was a wizard. But his mind could not think of any spell, he could wave his wood and nothing happened. Thinking of his wood as a wand had not yet occurred to him.

Inside he felt confused, but the only thing he wasn't confused about was how he felt about Oliver Wood.

Both from a dream and from reality, Percy could tell that Oliver meant something to him. He somehow knew that Oliver belonged by his side, just as he knew that night would follow day.

But other things Percy worried about.

Expectations, his family had expectations about him. Oliver had expectations about him. How is he going to live up to these expectations when he can't remember what life he led?

How could he forget his boxer shorts? They were the only magical thing that Percy had seen in his short awakening. He had smiled at the time, but now they only offered more questions.

Percy's dream is what played a big part of the puzzle. Was he a criminal? His family knew something, but they sure weren't going to tell him. He stood trial for something, his family seemed to have forgiven him for that, but they made no mention of it.

*What should I have known?*

Beyond being a wizard, they all seemed to be hiding something from him. Over and over, again and again, Percy replayed the conversation with his family and Oliver in his head.

What did he get himself into? Why wouldn't he be able to tell his family? How much did Oliver know about his life? What weren't they telling him?

So many questions plagued his mind. He wanted to just wave a magic wand and have everything back to the way it was.

Percy pick up his wand, with his left hand, and gave it a wave, again and again. Why wouldn't it work? Why couldn't he heal himself and walk out of here? Percy felt tears in his eyes. He just didn't want to deal with this.

*Think about Oliver,* his mind shouted. *Think! Think! Think! Imagine the feel of him nuzzling your neck, whispering in your ear that he loves you. Kissing down his body, over the chest and tracing every muscle, with Oliver moaning your name over and over.*

Percy's eyes widened at the thoughts, such simple primeval thoughts.

*Yes, think about sex! Think about how much he needs you, how much he wants you in his arms. Think of his kiss. Think of Oliver's hot breath whispering over your ear, kissing your eye lids.*

Damn it! Now he had a hard on. Percy could see it tenting both his sheet and hospital gown.

Well, Percy felt good to know that that still worked. *Just imagine,* his mind shouted again. *Just imagine! Just imagine!* He reached down and lightly brushed his hand over it. Wow! *Now just imagine Oliver's calloused fingers stroking, touching, milking.*

Silently, he stroked, not caring about the consequences, not caring that he was in a hospital. He needed release from the thoughts, from the worries. He needed release!

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Iris Wood 5th of April

Next Chapter: Percy gets discharged and steps into another world: the Burrow.

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