The next two weeks passed in a similar fashion on the quarantine ward of St Mungos the same team of twenty healers rotated their shifts and kept Fred and Hermione stable. The Weasleys visited everyday, George Harry and Ron most frequently. When Ron was there he didn't let go of Hermione's hand and was reluctant to leave the hospital at all.
The only surprise visitor, well the capacity in which they visited was more of a surprise, well again only to Harry was Angelina Johnson. The last Harry knew and could remember was Fred taking Angelina to the ball and he was sure it was Fred he had caught in a deserted corridor snogging his ex quidditch captain. When Harry discusses these thoughts with Ginny, she laughed and laughed, Harry had never been very good at telling the twins apart. It was George and Angelina he had caught in a romantic embrace more than once and it was Fred who had taken Angelina to the ball; but only because she thought it was George asking her and when Angelina has realised her mistake Fred had laughed with one of his oldest friends and pushed her into his grateful twins arms. George was convinced his mother didn't know about him seeing Angelina, but it turned out his mother knew more than she let on. And George who had always been very close to his little sister had confided in his love for the beautiful witch after a few to many fire whiskeys the night after Bills wedding.
The constant visitors kept up for just over two weeks. Two or three people would visit at a time and the rest of the family were back and forth between Hogwarts to help Minerva with the rebuilding, repairs and getting ready for funerals. After the beginning of the third week Harry's visits were lessening due to his attendance at so many funerals and Ginny and Ron went with him for support. During one of George's late evening visits Angelina was absent due to attending a funeral George noticed a change in Hermione's breathing and facial expressions standing up and making his way over to the bed he was there just in time to see her open her eyes and her mouth before she began screaming and thrashing about on the bed trying to get rid of the bed sheets and clawing at the scarring on her arms.
As soon as this happened the healers rushed in cast a charm and administered a potion to calm Hermione down. Hermione curled into a ball facing Fred's bed arms wrapped around her knees, eyes open but not seeing tears quietly streaming down her face.
George quietly made his way over to Hermione's bedside once the healers had left the room and assured him that she would be alright but would have to stay a few more days for tests and observations. George asked that they sent a patronus to his family. George pulled up the chair stroked Hermione's hair from her face and with a small smile placed his hand in hers. "Alright granger" he said trying not to convey how different the small frail girl in the bed appeared to be from the strong feisty witch he had come to know.
"Not really George" she managed to croak out as the sobs took over. George shushed the girl and held her hand until exhaustion won out and she drifted off into sleep once more. Unwilling to disturb Hermione from her first non magically induced sleep in weeks George waved his wand turned off the lights and summoned the spare quilt that his mother had left as a home comfort. George drifted off to sleep in the chair.
About three hours later in the quiet of the ward Fred Weasley took a painful breath as his eyes flicked open. He assessed his surroundings and found his twin sleeping in the chair next to his bed. After smiling at George, Fred realised that Hermione Granger was in the bed next to his and holding his twins hand.
"Oi Georgie" Fred croaked, George startled awake and released his hand gently from Hermione's now relaxed hand making eye contact with Fred a smile bursting onto his face.
"Georgie, isn't it meant to be my bedside your holding vigil at" Fred whispered with a smirk.