-1- Introduction to Ward A
"Ronald, are you packed?" Ron barely looked up from his window, and Molly sighed. Ron hadn't spoken since they had found him, nearly two months before.
"Bill's taking you into St. Mungo's, Ron. Are you packed, dear?" she tried again, stepping over the shattered remains of Ron's fish tank as she made her way to her youngest son's bed.
"I'll take that as a no, then. I'll do it for you." Ron made no noises, didn't move, and Molly set to work. He'd been ignoring everyone, everything, and it was now past worrisome and border lining shocking.
"Mum, has he spoken yet?" Fred's voice came from the door of Ron's room. Molly looked over, shaking her head, and Fred Frowned.
"Come on, mum. Bill and I are ready."
"Arthur, put him in the back seat. Bill and Fred will bring him in, don't worry. He'll get better at St. Mungos." Although Molly sounded more as if she were attempting to convince herself then her husband, Arthur complied, placing his son in the backset of the car the ministry has leant them. Bill nodded from the front seat as his youngest brother was strapped into the back.
"Don't worry mum. It's for the best." Fred stated, leaning slightly out the window as Molly tried not to cry. Ron sat, ever silent, as they pulled out of the driveway; his mothers cries of promised visits reaching unhearing ears.
When they arrived at the parking lot, it became apparent Bill would have to carry his unmoving little brother. When the three Weasley siblings got into the hospital after a mild dispute with the mannequin, they made their way to the desk; where ahead of them stood an witch with three hands on one arm.
" How may I help you, dear?" the elderly witch behind the counter asked, looking at Bill as the woman before them was lead away. Bill nodded at Ron, who was absently looking at Fred.
"We were told to bring my brother here? Name's Ron Weasley." The woman looked at a clipboard, while her young trainee eyed Bill.
" Ah, yes. Ronald Weasley. Follow me." Bill nodded, and he and Fred followed the woman.
"Mr. Weasley, your brother will be staying in ward A. There are six other cases in here; this area is under strict surveillance because these are hazard cases. Each floor has it's own recreational room. Wards have washrooms. This," she stopped in front of a large red steel door marked with a large white 'A', "is his floor." Bill nodded and the door was opened, revealing a square pale blue room with seven beds.
"This is his bed. You," a nod at Fred, "can get him settled while I talk to your brother." The beds, which were lined against the walls with nightstands on the left side of each, were not empty; and after Bill placed Ron on one of the beds and left with the woman, a cocoa skinned teen, about three inches taller then the now five foot eleven Ron and wearing dark dreadlocks over dark eyes, spoke up.
"Bloody hell, look here, boys! A new room mate: he exclaimed, clambering over his bed to get a good look at Ron. Ron winced, clutching tightly at Fred's arm. He hadn't been in the presence of anyone other then his family, Harry and Hermione in awhile; and he was scared.
"Oi, that's Ron Weasley, Deasmond. Back off the poor kid, he's probably scared shitless. " Ron's eyes darted over to the speaker in surprised; it was a much more nicer looking Draco Malfoy. His dark skinned friend grinned.
"So this is the infamous Weasley? Well, nice to meet you, 'm Deasmond, Deasmond Dupree, resident pyro." Deasmond extended a hand, and Ron stared at it.
"Don't mind Deas, " a teen with purple streaked blond hair stated, flicking his bangs from his sea green eyes, "he's on crack. Name's Jonathan Levely." Ron nodded a very small, very slow nod. A brunette, maybe a year younger then the others, bounced on his bed, grinning.
"Hey, hey, hey! I'm Jesse, Jesse Belle! You're some quite, what'cha doin' just sittin' there?" Draco reached over and swatted Jesse, muttering about ADD. A quiet gothic guy nodded at Ron, shifting in his spot on one of the beds as he brushed dark hair from pale blue eyes.
"I'm Corey Sharp." He stated, then began to read one of the books from his shelf. Beside him, carelessly tossing an arm around him, sat a blonde boy with crystal blue eyes, eyes that reminded Ron of Dumbledore, and a smirk to rival Malfoys.
"Yo, I'm Ashton O'Neil. Corey, babe, are you really reading all night?" Ron ignored the conversation and focused on the blonde in front of him.
"What are you in for, anyways, Weasley? Last time I checked, you were suppose to stay hospitalized for another three weeks." Ron made no movements, so Fred answered the question.
"Ron tried to kill himself. When Hermione tried to stop him, he tried to kill her instead." Draco stared at Ron, shocked. Ron stared back with blank eyes.
"Wow. You tried to kill Granger?" Draco asked, in what could have been taken as awe. Before he could add on, the nurse came for Fred, and Ron found himself alone with his new room mates.
"We're all here for different reasons. I'm suicidal, slightly. Deasmond is a pyromaniac." Deasmond grinned.
"Or a pyro-necro-beastiac!" he exclaimed. Draco rolled his eyes, sighing.
"Yes. Or that. Johnny boy's a compulsive liar. You could watch him commit murder and he'd try to tell you it was suicide. Jesse hallucinates, and he's got the worse case of Add and ADHD ever. Corey's a maniac depressive, but he doesn't let it get him down. And Ashton's not only a nympho, but he's just crazy in general." Ron nodded, and Draco took up residence in the bed to his right.
"Don't you talk, Ron?" Ashton asked, still wrapped around Corey. Ron shook his head, looking at his hands. Ashton frowned, then crawled along the beds to wrap his arms around Ron lightly.
"Hey, that's alright. You don't need to!" he exclaimed, as Ron allowed himself to relax into the older teen's arms. Ashton smiled, rubbing Ron's shoulder.
"We'll make up a code, or get you a white board or something." He stated, and Draco ginned; reaching over to pat Ron's leg with a shaky hand.
"Yeah. Hold on, I've got one of those doohickeys in my bag; Anna gave it to me t practice writing when I first got here." Diving off the bed, Draco pulled a duffle bag from under his bed and took out what appeared to be a muggle whiteboard. He handed it and the marker, which was attached to it with a long string, to Ron; who looked at it questioningly. Ashton took both and drew a quick sketch of Draco with the words 'Ward Queer' scrawled under it. It was a decent picture, and it was obvious Ashton was an artist. Deasmond looked at the image and let out a hoot of laughter.
"Oh, Ashy, you've got it wrong! That's you, love, not Draco. Dracies the fairy, not the queer. " Draco swatted them both, still grinning, and laughed.
"Which makes Jesse jailbait and Corey what?" Deasmond grinned, flashing Corey a look as he rolled onto his back on his bed.
"Oh, Corey's the resident pretty boy. And Mr. Strong and Silent here can be Prince Charming." John rolled his eyes, snorting slightly as he turned to the group once more.
"And what; Deasmond's the pimp and I'm the straight man?" both Draco and Jesse grinned, tackling him.
" To the fullest extent of the word, baby!"