"Knock, knock!" said the peppy woman who walked into room 459- Phil's room.

Phil groaned and rolled over to avoid the light now spilling in. After a moment, he pushed himself up in the bed, blinking until he could see just about clearly. "Need glasses," he mumbled to himself, but to his surprise, the woman who he now recognized as Mrs. Steinfield just became wide-eyed and started fumbling with something in her pocket before stepping out of the room. What's that about? Phil thought. He didn't have to wonder for much longer because after a few moments, she stepped back into the room with a pair of glasses that were unfamiliar but worked perfectly.

"Um, thank you," he said..."but where? how did you..?"

"Oh, must be a coincidence I suppose!" Mrs. Steinfield quickly responded. "Now come oN, dear! We have your tests today remember!"

How could Phil forget? He didn't really want to move, but they promised to answer his questions once they were done and so he finally found the strength to rise.

"Oh goody! Come on now, Mr. Lester," the energetic woman said, leading Phil out of his room and down the hall.

The last three hours had been a mess.

Phil had been pushed and shoved between at least eleven different rooms to get blood tests, eye tests, a heart check, x-rays, and every test imaginable including a few odd doctors who just waved their hand very slowly in front of him while clutching something in either their right or left sleeve. They then somehow gave him an in-depth report on his mental state and other things said through code.
As they had traveled through the halls, Phil saw a number of confusing things. First, he could have sworn that the man in 312 had been coughing blue fire, but when he asked the nurse, she just shook her head and pushed him along faster. Later, he saw a child in a waiting room with cat ears on...except they twitched and moved with the sound. She looked like she also was growing cat whiskers, but Steinfield disregarded this too. Phil saw a woman with dark purple skin, a boy with many burns and scars covering the left side of his face, and at some point he saw a sweet and elderly woman growling at a nurse who was trying to convince her to eat less. This must have all gone unnoticed by Mrs. Steinfield because she just pressed on and kept telling Phil that he must have been seeing things.

She had finally informed him that the majority of his tests were completed and had brought Phil back to his room about twenty minutes ago. Phil had now been alone for ten minutes as he waited for her to return with Dr. O'Conor and more importantly, his answers.

Phil was sitting in his bed again, dead tired from the day. The tests were supposed to help with different treatments for injuries and such, but nothing new had been done or given to him. With a start, he realized that he had no clue if his family was aware of his condition and looked for a phone, but there were none. What kind of a hospital has people breathing blue fire but no telephone?

A few moments later, the doctors finally returned.

"Hello Mr. Lester! Your tests went smooth enough I heard," said Mr. O'Conor looking quite pleased with himself.

"Mm I suppose," was Phil's only response.

"So...your questions?"

"Yes, finally. I would like to know where I am and where Dan is and I need to see him as soon as possible. Oh, and does my family know where I am? And why don't you have any phones and whO is that man in 312? I swear he was breathing fire! How long have I been gone also and when can I go home?!"

Mr. O'Conor nervously glanced over at Mrs. Steinfield. "...Are you sure that you are ready to know the answers?"

"Yes! Yes, of course I'm sure! Enough with the secrecy!" Phil answered because he needed his answers and he needed them now.

"Mm... well you see this isn't exactly an ordinary hospital and by that i do not mean that it is a mental hospital," O'Conor said. "You are in a hidden part of London-"

"But I live in London! I've never seen any of this in my life!"

"Please calm down, Sir. The hospital is called St. Mungos which you may not know but-"

"Isn't that the hospital in Harry Potter? And I need to know where Dan is."

"Ah that blasted series, but yes. The two hospitals are one and the same."

"Wait how could that be possible... but also, Dan?!"

"Mr. O'Conor, perhaps you should move on to another question?" Mrs. Steinfield intervened.

The doctor mumbled to himself before telling Phil that the man in 312 and other odd things happened because of the wizarding problems in the hospital. Phil was in absolute disbelief, but he decided that he needed to hear the rest of what was to be said. The doctor finished explaining and turned to go.

"Wait! You haven't told me about Dan! And why would I be here? I'm not a wizard!" Phil shouted out before he could leave the room.

The man quietly looked back and responded, "I am not particulary at liberty to say but, Dan...has been in a coma since you got here. The two of you were magically attacked and so we cannot heal you beyond what we already have. Your friend or significant other or whatever... he's a wizard." And with that, O'Conor left the room.

A/N I know, the chapter was messed up for weeks! Im so so sorry but now ive the stupid coding out of the way, why can that even happen? Anyways, happy reading!