Awakening to Dreams
All Vernon could remember was the screech of sirens and the grunts and sighs as the ambulance officers attempted to lift his bulky form into the van. He had no idea what happened, but could only assume that he was in a hospital.
"Mum! Dad's twitching!" Dudley bellowed out to his mother. Vernon could hear his wife's shoes hurriedly slapping against the hospital's floor.
"Oh Vernon! I thought we'd lost you. I was so worried- whatever were Dudley and I going to do if you left us? We'd have been devastated!" Petunia threw herself onto her hefty husband and covered him in kisses.
"Ugh, Petunia you're squashing me- what happened?" Vernon managed to mumble between the kisses and cheek pinching he was receiving.
"You had a fit dad; the doctor thinks it was stress related, I think you- know-who placed a curse on you." Petunia glowered at her son briefly; she was thoroughly convinced that it was the mention of that wretched being, Harry that caused Vernon to be in this condition.
"Dad, you know you were in a coma for three days!"
"Three days, eh? Went quickly then."
"It most certainly did not!" Screeched Petunia, "I thought you'd never wake up and I'd have an invalid husband to look after for the rest of my existence." Vernon smiled gently at his frazzled wife and savoured the moment where he was surrounded by his immediate family, well most of his immediate family. The thought of family lowered Vernon's mood completely and he began to feel sick again.
"Oh, Vernon- how selfish of us! Dudley and I will go now so you can get some rest. Goodbye dear, see you soon!" Petunia ushered her son out of the hospital room and escaped from Vernon's vision. Vernon could not help but feel some sense of relief, the panging guilt he found whenever Petunia was around lately had become unbearable for him. Admittedly, he was feeling exhausted and so Vernon closed his heavy eyelids and in a restless sleep he entered the realm of dreams, that held more truth to them than Vernon had wanted.
All Vernon could remember was the screech of sirens and the grunts and sighs as the ambulance officers attempted to lift his bulky form into the van. He had no idea what happened, but could only assume that he was in a hospital.
"Mum! Dad's twitching!" Dudley bellowed out to his mother. Vernon could hear his wife's shoes hurriedly slapping against the hospital's floor.
"Oh Vernon! I thought we'd lost you. I was so worried- whatever were Dudley and I going to do if you left us? We'd have been devastated!" Petunia threw herself onto her hefty husband and covered him in kisses.
"Ugh, Petunia you're squashing me- what happened?" Vernon managed to mumble between the kisses and cheek pinching he was receiving.
"You had a fit dad; the doctor thinks it was stress related, I think you- know-who placed a curse on you." Petunia glowered at her son briefly; she was thoroughly convinced that it was the mention of that wretched being, Harry that caused Vernon to be in this condition.
"Dad, you know you were in a coma for three days!"
"Three days, eh? Went quickly then."
"It most certainly did not!" Screeched Petunia, "I thought you'd never wake up and I'd have an invalid husband to look after for the rest of my existence." Vernon smiled gently at his frazzled wife and savoured the moment where he was surrounded by his immediate family, well most of his immediate family. The thought of family lowered Vernon's mood completely and he began to feel sick again.
"Oh, Vernon- how selfish of us! Dudley and I will go now so you can get some rest. Goodbye dear, see you soon!" Petunia ushered her son out of the hospital room and escaped from Vernon's vision. Vernon could not help but feel some sense of relief, the panging guilt he found whenever Petunia was around lately had become unbearable for him. Admittedly, he was feeling exhausted and so Vernon closed his heavy eyelids and in a restless sleep he entered the realm of dreams, that held more truth to them than Vernon had wanted.