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A/N: This chapter is a bit shorter than the first, but it's here nonetheless! Please R&R!
Chapter 2: Nightmares
A bright light pierced the darkness behind Ginny's eyes as she opened them to see a large, white room. She was in the Hospital Wing with a splitting headache. She realized this as she sat up quickly and a throbbing pain consumed her head.
"You took quite a nasty fall there," came a voice to her right.
She turned her head sharply before wincing and placing her hand upon her forehead. She was surprised to see Harry sitting on the bed next to hers, smiling warmly. She then heard another voice to her left and turned to see Hermione and Ron looking concerned and tired.
"Oh, good! You're awake!" exclaimed Hermione.
"Wh-what happened?" Ginny grumbled, closing her eyes and touching the tender bump on her forehead.
"You ran into a door and were knocked unconscious," Ron explained quietly. He seemed to be ashamed of something.
"I stayed with you while Ron ran to fetch Madam Pomfrey," Harry continued. "You slept through the night and didn't move until just now." He, too, appeared to be bothered by something, behind the deceiving smile.
"What time, is it?" Ginny reopened her eyes and peered into Harry's.
"Almost noon," he answered, glancing down at his watch.
Ginny broke her gaze and stared around at her friends. She couldn't understand what was bugging them. They all held the same sad, sympathetic look in their eyes that said they pitied her for some unknown reason.
"What?" she finally asked, tentatively.
Hermione looked away and Ron walked to the window. Only Harry seemed to have disregarded her question.
"What?!" she repeated, anxious to know the answer.
Harry's gaze told her, moving to her left arm. She followed his sad look and removed her arm from under the sheet. She understood completely, once she saw what Harry had indicated.
"Oh..." she muttered, noticing a large white bandage over her forearm. "What did she do to it?"
"Ginny," Harry began, "you had to have stitches. The muggles -"
"Stitches?!" Ginny cried, looking up at Harry, horrified. "It wasn't deep enough!"
"Madam Pomfrey thought so. She decided to try the muggle method of healing, because she said you wouldn't stop bleeding," Hermione joined in, choking on invisible tears.
"That's ridiculous! I swear it wasn't deep enough!" Ginny yelled, ripping off her bandage. She stared in horror at what used to be her arm. In its place was a large razor blade protruding from her elbow. "Wha -"
"Ginny. Ginny!" Someone was shaking her...
Ginny sat up abruptly, but thought better of it when her head began pounding fiercely, and laid back down.
"Ginny, you were having a terrible nightmare. Are you alright?" Hermione's face came into view as Ginny's eyes began to adjust to the darkness of the room.
"What? I mean... yeah. Of course. Was I really dreaming?" she replied, rubbing her head gently.
"Yes. You were thrashing all about and mumbling things like 'no... not deep... Harry... please,'" Hermione explained, worry etched in her tired face.
"Oh. Well, that would explain the throbbing headache."
"No, that was from running into a door. Are you sure you're alright?"
"Yes, I'm sure," Ginny answered, glancing down at the handkerchief still wrapped around her arm. She sighed in relief and sank back in the mattress. "Just a dream," she mumbled before slipping back into a soundless sleep.
A/N: The next chapter should be up in the next 24 hours! Keep reviewing!
A/N: This chapter is a bit shorter than the first, but it's here nonetheless! Please R&R!
Chapter 2: Nightmares
A bright light pierced the darkness behind Ginny's eyes as she opened them to see a large, white room. She was in the Hospital Wing with a splitting headache. She realized this as she sat up quickly and a throbbing pain consumed her head.
"You took quite a nasty fall there," came a voice to her right.
She turned her head sharply before wincing and placing her hand upon her forehead. She was surprised to see Harry sitting on the bed next to hers, smiling warmly. She then heard another voice to her left and turned to see Hermione and Ron looking concerned and tired.
"Oh, good! You're awake!" exclaimed Hermione.
"Wh-what happened?" Ginny grumbled, closing her eyes and touching the tender bump on her forehead.
"You ran into a door and were knocked unconscious," Ron explained quietly. He seemed to be ashamed of something.
"I stayed with you while Ron ran to fetch Madam Pomfrey," Harry continued. "You slept through the night and didn't move until just now." He, too, appeared to be bothered by something, behind the deceiving smile.
"What time, is it?" Ginny reopened her eyes and peered into Harry's.
"Almost noon," he answered, glancing down at his watch.
Ginny broke her gaze and stared around at her friends. She couldn't understand what was bugging them. They all held the same sad, sympathetic look in their eyes that said they pitied her for some unknown reason.
"What?" she finally asked, tentatively.
Hermione looked away and Ron walked to the window. Only Harry seemed to have disregarded her question.
"What?!" she repeated, anxious to know the answer.
Harry's gaze told her, moving to her left arm. She followed his sad look and removed her arm from under the sheet. She understood completely, once she saw what Harry had indicated.
"Oh..." she muttered, noticing a large white bandage over her forearm. "What did she do to it?"
"Ginny," Harry began, "you had to have stitches. The muggles -"
"Stitches?!" Ginny cried, looking up at Harry, horrified. "It wasn't deep enough!"
"Madam Pomfrey thought so. She decided to try the muggle method of healing, because she said you wouldn't stop bleeding," Hermione joined in, choking on invisible tears.
"That's ridiculous! I swear it wasn't deep enough!" Ginny yelled, ripping off her bandage. She stared in horror at what used to be her arm. In its place was a large razor blade protruding from her elbow. "Wha -"
"Ginny. Ginny!" Someone was shaking her...
Ginny sat up abruptly, but thought better of it when her head began pounding fiercely, and laid back down.
"Ginny, you were having a terrible nightmare. Are you alright?" Hermione's face came into view as Ginny's eyes began to adjust to the darkness of the room.
"What? I mean... yeah. Of course. Was I really dreaming?" she replied, rubbing her head gently.
"Yes. You were thrashing all about and mumbling things like 'no... not deep... Harry... please,'" Hermione explained, worry etched in her tired face.
"Oh. Well, that would explain the throbbing headache."
"No, that was from running into a door. Are you sure you're alright?"
"Yes, I'm sure," Ginny answered, glancing down at the handkerchief still wrapped around her arm. She sighed in relief and sank back in the mattress. "Just a dream," she mumbled before slipping back into a soundless sleep.
A/N: The next chapter should be up in the next 24 hours! Keep reviewing!