Thanks for the support concerning the evil reviewer, you are allLOVELY and I'm back in the writing saddle! I shall dedicate the evil character in this chapter to Anime 743. Thanks again and hopefully I will update a lot more frequently and I may have a new story up in the next few days! Probably a one shot because I had a lovely e mail asking if I could write a Harry/Oliver, don't worry, I am NOT taking the advice of the evil reviewer, I have had this written for months! Well, enjoy the chapter!

At the door stood the impatient, not to mention rude nurse who had been fussing around earlier.

"You." She pointed directly at Percy. "Out."

Percy had to wait a few seconds to fathom whether or not she had really just said that. When the words had passed through his remarkable brain, it became clear that she had indeed been that rude.

"I'm sorry?" he asked, still unsure of her demand. He inched closer to Oliver.

"Out, now. I have to speak to Oliver." She almost spat the words out.

Percy shuddered at the woman using his husband's first name. He opened his mouth to tell the woman that he wanted to stay when Oliver did it for him.

"Whatever you want to say to me you can say to Percy." His tone was defiant and Percy inwardly smiled as his husband locked a stern gaze with the woman at the door, his features became fixed with a bold, unyielding expression, the same which he acquired before every Quidditch game.

The woman seemed to be grinding her teeth together behind her tightly closed lips. She said nothing but walked pompously over to the bed, throwing a deathly glare towards Percy. She had her nose scrunched up and her nostrils were flared, it was almost as though she had a foul smell beneath her. Percy matched her glare and took his husband's hand in his own. If it were possible, her nostrils flared even wider.

"Now, you can leave tomorrow if you pass every test and the doctors are happy with your progress. You will need complete rest and the doctors say you will need someone to look after you. The hospital will send out a helper every day to your house to help you." She drew breath to continue but Oliver interrupted.

"Oh it's okay, I've got Percy." He turned towards his husband. "If you don't mind looking after me?" He smiled hopefully, a smile that could melt anyone.

"I suppose I could fit you into my busy schedule." Percy smiled, squeezing Oliver's hand slightly.

The nurse made a noise of disgust and stormed towards the door. She reached out to grab the handle but the door was flung open before she could reach it.

"Whoa! Careful now!" Came the kind voice of Percy's uncle.

The nurse huffed and flounced out of the room.

"What was stuck up her ass?" Andrew asked rhetorically, entering the room with four people following him.

"Oli!"

The excited cry came from Oliver's three little sisters who rushed towards him and leaped up onto the bed to hug their brother tightly around the neck. Oliver winced in what looked like extreme pain but made no effort to budge his sisters.

"Come on get off him, you'll suffocate him!" Oliver's father laughed.

"Hey Lucy, hey Nichol, hey Lisa, you alright?" Oliver asked, his Scottish twang becoming clearer and more distinct.

"Great! But are you okay?" Nichol asked, the eldest of the three.

"Ah I'm grand! A bit stiff but I'm fine!"

"Yay!" exclaimed Lucy, the youngest as she tugged on her brother's arm in excitement.

"Haha, ha, ow." Oliver winced. Lucy quickly released his arm and she looked close to tears.

"I'm sorry Oliver!" She cried as she leaped off the bed, intent on not harming her beloved brother.

Sarah, Oliver's mother scooted to the side of the bed and started to fuss over her son, in a very similar fashion to that of Molly Weasley. She brushed his hair away from the bandages around his head and placed her hands over his bruises.

"Oh my poor baby, where else are you hurt?" She asked frantically, beginning to unfasten the buttons on his hospital pyjamas. As she was fiddling with the buttons, the door opened and the frumpy nurse returned. Percy groaned and let his head fall into his hands. Andrew let out a chuckle.

"Who are all of these people?" She asked abruptly.

"My family. Is it okay to see my family or is that against your rules?" Oliver became serious again, adding a hint of sarcasm to his tone.

"What is she doing?" the nurse asked, hurrying over to the bed, pointing at Oliver's mother but not looking at her.

"She is my mother. Is there a problem with my mother checking the damage?"

"I think the damage has already been done." She mumbled, glancing towards Percy. She didn't think that anyone had heard her but Andrew knew different.

"I beg your pardon?" He asked, anger rising in his voice. He stood up to challenge the woman. "Do you have a problem with same sex relationships?"

The woman said nothing but looked petrified at the sight of the tall red-head towering above her minute form.

"I- I-" she stuttered before Andrew continued to talk.

"Well if you do maybe you'd like to take it up with me and my husband." He threw at her, fighting a smile at the look that formed on her face when she heard that word. She looked sickened, shocked and scared stiff. She stumbled slightly as she moved backwards towards the door.

"I'll re- report you." She stammered, her eyes wide in terror as the red head followed her with calm but threatening paces.

"What? And sue for sexual harassment?" He snorted with amusement. "For gods sake I'm GAY!" He roared the last word and she yelped and sprinted from the room as fast as her piggy little legs would carry her. The room erupted with laughter and Andrew came back to sit on the bed next to his nephew.

"That was the most un-Weasley thing I have ever seen anyone in this family do." Percy said with appraisal, still in slight shock.

"Why thank you! You can return to inspecting your son now Mrs Wood!" Andrew said with a smile.

Sarah Wood smiled a sweet smile in thanks and returned to undoing her son's top. She slowly and carefully peeled away the constricting bandages. Bruises were plastered all over his chest and his strong abs were almost black. Gasps were heard within the room as they beheld Oliver's injured form. Percy whimpered with concern for his husband.

"It's really not that bad." Oliver tried to reason. The rest of the room just stared at him with identical looks of, 'are you kidding?'

Oliver sunk back into his pillow and decided to keep quiet.

The door re-opened and Andrew prepared himself for a fight to the death with the evil homophobic nurse but was slightly disappointed when a medi-wizard entered. He was an elderly man with white hair and a fluffy moustache. He had small round glasses which were perched on the end of his nose and he was wearing a very kind smile.

"Hello there!" He walked over to the bed and sat on the chair beside Oliver.

"Hello doctor."

"I'm Doctor Phillips, how are you doing today?" the kind wizard asked, holding out his hand to greet Oliver formally.

"I'm feeling okay, the bruises hurt and I've got a bit of a headache but this isn't the first time I've been hit!" Oliver joked, taking Doctor Phillips' hand, shaking it warmly. The doctor laughed at the remark.

"Yes yes, you are a fighter aren't you? Well, I am completely happy for you to go home tomorrow, you just need to rest here over night and we will let you leave first thing in the morning."

Excitement rolled around the room and Percy reached out to grab Oliver's hand.

"Thank you Doctor, thank you!" Oliver exclaimed, reaching out to shake his hand again. "When that nurse said it I didn't really believe her, she wasn't the nicest of people." Oliver explained.

"Oh? Which nurse was that?" The old man asked, deeply concerned that one of his staff was behaving badly.

"I never caught her name, but she was about fifty I'd say," Oliver glanced towards Percy in question and Percy shrugged his shoulders. "But she had dark brown hair, dyed I presume, she was really short and had quite a round figure." Oliver finished politely.

"Ah, yes, we have had complaints about her before but no one has ever filed an official complaint." Doctor Phillips explained, looking quite saddened.

"Well we will!" Andrew piped up, suddenly becoming animated again. "She was insulting and rude! Don't worry, I'll take care of it, you focus on getting better." He added, seeing the anxious looks on both Oliver's and Percy's face. "Where's the reception, I'm going to complain!" With that, he took off, arm raised in a gesture of defiance as he flew through the door. There was a bemused silence.

"Don't worry," Percy started, "He's always like that."

The doctor chuckled.

"Well, you seem like a very tight family unit, just make sure that you avoid stress and keep as relaxed as possible. Now, I must be off on my rounds, I'll be back later." He stood up and said a brief farewell to everyone in the room before he left, closing the door quietly behind him.

"Perce?" Oliver said with a smile.

"What?"

"I'm coming home."

I'm so happy to finally be writing again! Not up to my old standard but it will be! To all of you who have requested that I read your stories, I will try as soon as I can and I will make sure to review every one! Is it just me, or does our dearest Sean bear a resemblance to Andrew Murray (British number 3 tennis player)? If you agree or just want to see what the hell I'm on about, e mail me and I'll send you two pictures that just make them look identical! And he's Scottish so you have the accent too! My questioning review/e mail session was interrupted by the evil review so it's open again! Please review and ask me anything (within reason), but nothing evil! Hehe!