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Walking With A Ghost

Chapter 5

My eyes fluttered open as I became aware of my beat mup body again. My mouth tasted like shit, and I had a killer urge to pee. Also, my head had a sickly itch feeling. I brought my hand up to scratch it, a bandage meeting my hand. Then, gradually, the pain hit me. My leg was screaming, and my torso was tearing my brain and nerves in two, every part of me was screaming! I felt nearly detached from my body in my misery. I still hadn't opened my eyes, since I had clinched them shut against the hurt. I slowly got a grip over myself, then opened up my eyes, and was horrified at what I saw.

White sheets, white walls, a thingy in the corner that beeped when my heart beat, outside the window I estimated I had to be on at least the tenth floor, my arm had tubes stuck into it, that had weird liquid substances going through them! Into me! I was also wearing a...what was it exactly? It was like a face mask, but it was clear, and ran to a tank of something. But I didn't taste anything, it was just...air. (FYI: Mona's just clueless, it's an oxygen mask) I pulled it off, since I didn't need it anymore. I shifted a bit, and glanced down. I was covered in scratchy white sheets, and a faded green camel blanket. It was warm, I had to admit that. I looked at my bed, and saw that I had a pee bag. Spetacular, just bloody spetacular! My hair was a mess too, and I ran my hand through the tangled strands, trying to comb it. Then it hit me. This was not what the rooms looked like in St. Mungo's. I knew where I was. The Muggle Hospital.

"AAAAAAAHHHHH!"

Immediately a nurse came rushing in, wearing blue scrubs. She had strawberry blonde hair that was pulled neatly into a ponytail, and light blue eyes that glinted like the waters of the lake back at Hogwarts. "Miss, calm down!"

"Huh?" I stopped yelling, but was panicking inside. There was no way to contact anybody from here! It's not like I could just telephone James and Sirius from the Muggle world! I cursed myself for being born pure-blood, and not having any bloody Muggle friends. I knew everybody at Diagon Alley since I can remember, but it's not like Tom has a telephone! There was no way at all for me to find them, or anybody, from here without breaking every known law in the wizarding world. Wasn't there some clause that let me tell the hospital that technically I am not even an existing member of your society, and I don't have a record of any sort recorded here, or even a social security number? Nope. As if my day, or night, or whatever could get any worse.

"Where the hell am I?" I grumbled, trying to act normal. The nurse started to prop me up on soggy pillows.

"Middlesex Hospital. You're in ICU." she told me, obviously bewildered by my incompetence.

"ICU?" I politely asked, they were probably referring me to the mental institution right now anyways.

"Intensive care unit?" the nurse told me like it was the most logical thing in the world. She raised her eyebrows behind her wispy bangs. "Do you remember what happened?"

I nodded. "Guy bashed me into a wall, I ran, then bang." I formed the figure of a gun with my fingers, and pretended to shoot it. By the looks of it, I had been shot in the leg, and the collision with the wall gave me a gash on the forehead. At least they didn't shave my hair up to stich it up, I mused silently. The nurse looked relieved that I had remembered. I was frantically calling everything up from my Muggle Studies class about hospitals, which wasn't that much information. They used different methods than us, the teacher said. They perform surgery, and give you drugs. The nurse sat on the side of my bed at knee level, holding a clipboard of papers and a pen posed to write.

"I'm Anna, your nurse. Listen," she kindly told me. "We didn't find any identification on you, just some weird coins. Who exactly are you?"

I froze. Just say the name Mona, and stay calm. "Mona Lisa Proctor." I stated through gritted teeth, since my leg was throbbing and if I opened my mouth I was sure to scream. The nurse noticed.

"Here, let me up your morphine," and she pushed a button on the mechanical thing that pumped medicine into my arm. She sat back down, and resumed her original pose. "Age? Any diseases or allergies? Is there someone we can call?"

I frowned. "Seventeen. Don't think so, and my family hates me, and James and Sirius are staying at a motel." I blurted out.

"So which motel? Do you know the telephone number?" she pestered me, and I was quickly running out of answers.

"Uh...I dunno..." I muttered. She raised her eyebrows.

"Come on. Motels have telephones. Where are they staying? You have to have some vague idea!"

"Uh..."

"Where do you live anyways?" she continued on, having filled in barely any contact slots on Mona's chart. This girl was impossiable!

"Uh...I go to boarding school in the autum, so during the summer I'm sorta homeless."

"Parents?" Anna was now really wanting to find out who this girl was. Probably a run-away, or some sort of drug dealer who can't say the real conditions of her living for safety.

"They kicked me out, I told you!" I was scared. There was no way I could reach James and Sirius, and Remus was on holiday! I wanted to cry.

"Any other friends near by?" Anna gently asked, seeing that I was fighting back tears. I shook my head, and wiped my eyes with a corner of the bedsheet.

Anna sighed, and felt a bit bad for the stranger girl. "We had to do some surgery, and give you stitches." Anna said clearly.

"What!"

"The surgical interns had a field day, you needed a knee replacement since the bullet shattered your knee." Her eyes sparkled. "It's amazing how fast you recovered! How did you do it? And you're hardly yelling from pain, the other guy we had with a knee replacement was screaming for a whole week!"

This was freaky to me now. People were watching me get sliced open like it was a cinema film Lily told me about or something! "Uh, I do sports. How long was I out anyways?"

"We tried to keep you out for most of the healing process. It's been four days."

"WHAT!" I roared, my head spinning. James and Sirius would be worried sick! They probably wrote to Remus begging what to do, and he was probably keeled over with a heart attack from sheer shock! Peter would have most likely wet himself at the news, and started to cry. I really needed a hug from one of my friends right now...I started to cry. They had no idea where I was, and in the Muggle world I didn't even exist. To them, I might even be dead. Maybe they would somehow track me down. Even though they didn't act like it, they were smart. But how were they going to find me here? I told myself again and again they would be scouring the streets of London, searching for me, and if they didn't find me, I would eventually get better and find them.

When I looked up, Anna was gone. I dried my eyes again on the blanket, and was determined to get better as fast as I could to get as far away from here as possiable. I sat up, and reached for the chart Anna left behind. It said that I had a gash on my forehead which I already knew, medical mumbo jumbo about the surgery, and that I had a mostly healed, but still broken rib. Apparently, I was also scheduled for therapy later today.

So, I reached over and ate a hospital pudding cup while I intently read the rest of the chart. I couldn't understand a word, it was like a foreign language, but next to Anna's notes on her little interview with me, she printed IDENTITY QUESTIONABLE. I heaved a heavy sigh, and threw the chart away from me on the nightstand. I was exausted, both mentally and physically, so I snuggled down into the covers, and immediately fell asleep.

(Dinner time)

As I ate my overcooked chicken carefully, I reflected on the day. In therapy, I was introduced to a muscle guy who lifted my leg up and down and we praticed flexing it, which was suprisingly exausting. When he turned his back, I stood up and tried to make a run for it, which resulted in me going about three steps before I fell over and ripped my stitches out. After that, I got a sponge bath from Anna and another nurse named Mallory. She snuck me more pudding cups, and thought I was a member of a secret government society that I was a spy for secretly international. So far, hospital life was good, who doesn't like free pudding? But I was still thourghly home sick, and wished that one of my friends would find me soon.