Alright number 13 coming up!
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ON WITH THE STORY!
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Chapter Thirteen
Seven Months
Hermione's POV
(A/N: by the way, b/c of Draco's current situation, I am going to put it in two different point of views. I should have put the last chappie in Draco's POV but I forgot. I know, I know death threats, but please trust me it is for the best! )
"DRACO!" I screamed rushing over to the immobile body on the ground, knocking over a few chair on the way.
I reached for his pulse, but was disappointed (actually a little more than disappointed) to find it beating at only 2 beats per minute (A/N: haha my sister thought that that was normal, lol, LOSER!). I was quick to act on the slow heart rate. "Wingardium Leviosa!" I said wandless (come on I am Hermione!) Soon enough Draco's body was levitating in the air, and I whispered a spell to myself..
The was a loud 'CRASHBANGBOOM,' "Good it's here." I led him out of the empty bar and there stood and extremely beat up blue Ford Anglia (A.K.A. Ron's flying car). I lay him in the back and went to the right side to start the car. It soon lifted off the ground, hardly sounding like a purring kitty, and we were off the St. Mungo's.
"Just don't look down, Hermione, don't look down." I whispered to myself as I drove higher to get out of sight from the muggle cars.
I was finally at St. Mungo's and I once again levitated my husband. I floated him straight into the emergency ward.
Reaching the ward, I yelled, "SOMEBODY HELP!"
The ward's waiting room (A/N: I have always wondered why emergency rooms have waiting rooms, I mean isn't it supposed to be an 'emergency', lol) was empty, including nobody behind the registration desk. That is until a head popped out from under the counter.
"Oh hello, Mrs. Malfoy, what can I do for you today?" a very calm nurse asked with a smile.
Now was when I started to panic, "WHAT CAN YOU DO FOR ME? MY HUSBAND IS UNCONSCIOUS AND YOU ASK WHAT YOU CAN DO FOR ME?"
"Yes, your husband is being taken care of as we speak." She said once again with a smile.
"But-" I turned to where my husband was floating. He wasn't there, and I didn't like this. "WHERE THE FUCK IS MY HUSBAND?" I didn't even flinch when I cussed.
"He is in room 2301. But I suggest you have a sit down before you go in." the nurse said happily.
"The hell I will! Show me where to go NOW!" I bellowed the smile right off here face. The nurse could see me reaching for my wand, and so she quickly obliged.
"Right this way Madam."
We walked down a silent hallway (well for an emergency ward that is) and we finally reached room 2301. I soon stopped dead in my tracks. "I can't go in there."
"Why not Mrs. Malfoy?" the nurse asked confused. "Didn't you just ask me to bring you here?"
"No, I mean what if he's dead? I don't know what I would do." I softly said as a tear dropped down my cheek.
"Don't worry, everything is going to be okay." The nurse said wrapping her arms around me, trying to avoid being eaten up in my hair (yes it was still bushy, it may be gray, but that doesn't mean it can lose it poofiness... unfortunately.) "Now go and see your husband." I sniffled, nodded, wiped a tear, and mumbled "ok."
Slowly I walked towards the door. I heard voices inside, and so she turned the knob to open the door. To my dismay, it wasn't Draco's voice, it was only the doctor's.
"Ah Mrs. Malfoy, I presume. Please come in." said a dark haired man of about 30 maybe.
I came in and looked only at Draco. I sat down in a chair next to the bed and finally looked at the doctor.
"I am Doctor-" he got interrupted.
"What's wrong with him Dr.?" I asked. I couldn't give a rats' ass about his name, right now. If I wanted to know that could just look at his nametag, which oddly enough he wasn't wearing one.
"Well unfortunately, your husband is going to be out for quite some time. I have only had one other patient like this before. It is a very rare type of coma."
"C-coma?" I whispered.
"Yes. The Accom-Plishio (A/N: haha completely made that up, lol) coma to be exact. You see this is the only coma that Doctors can predict when the patient will wake up. The name has something to do with it. If you put the hyphenated word together it says-"
"Accomplishio." I said bringing out the bookworm in me. "Accomplish"
"Precisely. Now we can't figure out how the patients will accomplish anything in a coma, but we can figure out the time period that they will be sleeping." I scoffed, at this, "We know, bizarre, but we will take what we can get."
"Is this all you know?" I asked.
"No." said the nurse who had hugged her before.
"We know that in the person's dreams, we have to assume they accomplish what they have to in their dreams; but in them, they will experience a much longer time period, than we will be waiting for them to wake up."
This confused me, "What do you mean?"
"Well take your husband's case. He is going to be sleeping for seven months."
"SEVEN MONTHS!" I tried not to yell, however unsuccessful.
"Yes but to him, it could be seven years, or even seven decades." The doctor said calmly, "However long it takes him to accomplish his goal."
"Seven months." I whispered in shock as I looked towards Draco.
"Sometimes loved ones can use telepathy, but I does not always work. We will leave you two alone now. If you have any questions, please feel free to ask." The doctor said as he left, I felt as though on my first day of school when the teacher explained the rules and then asked if we had any questions.
I whispered one more time, "seven months."
Right so a lot of you are probably really confused right now... don't worry it will all start to fall into place soon enough! Please read and review! Dominique