"Damn it" she groaned, "Will someone turn down the damn lights?" Her eyes fluttered open, and found her vision being blinded by white, bright white. After coming to the conclusion that the pain in her head was a lot worse than the blinding lights she examined her surroundings. Blank walls, a door, and a bed… that she was in. and hmmm.. a little red button. She reached out and pushed.
Immediately a small woman, dark read curls, and a plump stomach came bounding in. Seeing her awake she cried out. "Doctor she's awake!" After alerting the medics, the woman walked over to Hermione, "how are you feeling love?" she asked, tucking the blankets around Hermione's body a little tighter.
Hermione, in no mood to be pleasant responded, "Where shall I start, my head or that fact that his room is so fucking bright." The woman carried on checking Hermione over, the monitor, her sheet, asking simple questions, suck as the answer to 11 and 22.
Finally a younger man walked in the room, with out a word to the nurse, he pulled up a chair beside the bed. "Young lady, what is your name?" He sat silent for a moment
"Don't look at me like I'm stupid, just answer the question." He said, dropping all formalities. He grinned a semi-attractive grin, "You've been hit in the head, I need to insure that nothing is wrong, no amnesia."
Clenching her teeth, she said "Hermione Annabel Jane Riley Granger." The doctor pulled studied Hermione for a moment, before pulling out charts.
"You've got a minor concussion, do you remember what happened?" Hermione look deep in thought for a moment, what did happen? Suddenly she was horrified, she couldn't remember what happened, and she couldn't remember anything at all. Her breath was coming in short gasps, she was scared. Never had she felt so stupid, so confused.
"I… I can't" she admitted.
"It's fine." The man responded, "Its normal, I shouldn't have asked that question yet. It's call post traumatic syndrome, Miss. Granger, you witness something horrible, and you aren't ready to admit to what happened so your mind is blocking it out."
"What are now? A therapist now?" She responded bitterly.
"Alright, why don't I bring you friends in now?" With out another word he exited the room and minutes later entered a frantic looking Ginny, followed by Charity and Lauren.
"'Mione… Oh my god, Hermione, How are you?"
"Are you o.k.?"
"What the hell happened?"
"To many questions!!!" Hermione grabbed her head, "enough!!"
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After questions were answered, Hermione was left alone, once again. Charity and Lauren had disappeared some where to find coffee, and after a brief visit, Harry had followed Ginny in going to make a deal to bring Indy to the hospital.
Hermione needed to know if her baby was o.k.
Her eyes slowly dropped closed, when a familiar male voice snapped her back to reality.
"Draco." She whispered.
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It killed him to see her like that, eyes dark and void of their normal sparkle. A white bandage wrapped around her head scared him most of all. How much damage had been done?
He stood at the door way for a moment, staring, helplessly. "You know, its rude to stare." She commented. His eyes came out of their daze and he was snapped back to reality rushing to her side he sat on the chair.
"What happened?" Hermione looked him in the eye.
"Wish I knew." He was glad to see she still had a small sense to humour. He shook his head and reached out, and lightly touched her hand.
"I should have been here, none of this would have happened."
"Don't blame yourself." She slipped her fingers threw his, "You could have done nothing, we would have sent you out with the guys, we were having a girls night, no guys, I would have been alone anyways."
Then suddenly, it hit her. She knew what had happened. She knew who did it.
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Wow… I finally updated… with yet another SHIT chapter. I'm sorry everyone I've let down with this but please!! I'm trying. Please review… put a smile on my face!
HELLS ANGEL
p.s. Which fic should i update next, One Week... or Royalties...?