Ginny was sitting in a corner when he arrived. She still didn't know who he was, and that unnerved her.
"Ms. Weasley?"
She looked up, and tried to back away, though she was already in a corner.
"Ms. Weasley, I will not hurt you. I just want to have a word with you."
Still, Ginny tried to back away. "Ms. Weasley..."
"Get away from me."
"I am not going anywhere near you." She noted that he was right. He was on the other side of the room, and was making no signs of advancing.
"Why...why do I know you?"
He chuckled. "I studied at Hogwarts, just like you."
Ginny's eyes widened. "How…how did you know I studied at Hogwarts!"
Blaise nearly swore. He shouldn't have said that. He tried to pacify her. "I told you, I studied there-"
"NURSE!"
Blaise looked at her in disbelief, and Amelia came in, running.
Amelia glanced tiredly at the scene before attending to the hysterical woman.
"HE SAID HE WAS GOING TO KILL ME! NURSE!"
Amelia tried to calm her, as Blaise watched, horrified.
Ginny clawed at Amelia, trying to escape. Where she planned to escape to, no one knew.
Amelia looked over her shoulder to scream at Blaise, so that she would be heard over Ginny. "DOCTOR ZABINI! I'LL TAKE CARE OF THIS! YOU ATTEND TO THE REST OF YOUR PATIENTS! IT'S BEST IF YOU LEAVE!"
Blaise did not argue.
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Blaise made his way to Room 1247, the room across Ginny's. This was the place to go if you needed something to lift your mood.
He opened it, to find Hank Hudgens jumping on the bed.
"Hank?"
"Doctor!"
"Why are you jumping on the bed, Hank?"
"I'm flying! I'm flying, doctor! The monkeys aren't coming after me, because I'm flying!"
Blaise enjoyed being with Hank because he wasn't gloomy like the other patients, he was different, and he actually made you smile.
"That's great, Hank! Mind if I join you? The monkeys are after me too, I think!"
"Oh no! Save yourself, doctor! All aboard! AHOY! Board the ship, and FLY!" Here, Hank decided it was a good time to do the chicken dance.
Blaise observed the situation. The bed was large enough to support the two of them, and there was little chance they would fall off the bed...
So he took off his shoes and jumped, Hank shouting orders to navigate their "flying ship". They must have made quite a racket, since a nurse, Isabella, came running, and gaped open-mouthed at two fully grown men jumping on a bed.
"Doctor…I'm afraid you're going to have to stop that this instant! You too, Mr. Hudgens."
Hank's face twisted into a mask of horror. "B-but-" his voice dropped into a whisper "the monkeys..."
They stopped jumping. "Hank, the monkeys are gone, it's safe to go down." Said Blaise.
"No…no…NO! THE MONKEYS! THE MONKEYS! NO!"
Blaise winced, and fled the room when Isabella told him to. When he was safely out of there, he pounded the wall with his fist. Why was he messing up everything today! He was trying to help, but he was turning everything into a bigger problem! He needed to get some air.
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Blaise collected himself, and went inside for lunch, where the other doctors and nurses in the ward looked at him disapprovingly. So, news had gotten around that this just wasn't his day. There was nothing he could do about it now, anyway, so it didn't really matter, as long as word didn't get around to his boss. It probably wouldn't, his boss, Lester Greenpalm had too many things to do, and lots of problems concerning the war victims. His coworkers wouldn't bother reporting him.
Once lunch was over, he managed to avoid Rooms 1247 and 1246.
For a couple of hours.
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Ginny was eating dinner when Dr.Zabini visited her again. She tried her best not to look completely petrified. "Wha…what do you want?"
"Like I said, I want to talk to you about certain…things."
"What "things"?"
"You'll know when you give me the chance to talk to you without screaming bloody murder." Truthfully, Blaise was getting quite impatient of her. It was rather annoying to be screamed at every time he saw her.
She considered this. He was making her curious, as much as she didn't want to be. And, it was alright to talk to him for…five minutes, there were nurses nearby, weren't there?
She nodded, and Blaise smiled widely.
Finally.
"Great! But, please promise me something, okay?"
"I can't promise anything."
"Fine. Well, please don't panic if I bring somewhat…familiar memories."
"It depends."
Blaise could see that deep down, this was still the same, stubborn Ginny Weasley he knew at school. That was good to know. At least there was a bit of Ginny left. So, with the utmost caution, Blaise Zabini approached topics that Ginny hadn't talked about in months.
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Once Blaise left, Ginny felt a nice, funny feeling in her stomach. Perhaps it was because he had brought back a spark of familiarity, a glimpse of the happy times. Or it could've been something else, but Ginny tried not to think about it that way.
Although she felt happy about talking with a person from her past, she also was a bit shaken up. Blaise had talked about things she had tried so hard to forget.
A nurse knocked on the door, and said it was time to "socialize". Ginny, for the first time, went without complaint or resistance.
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Blaise ate dinner happily, remembering his talk with Ginny. He didn't screw up! He managed to talk with her without upsetting her! Well, a couple of times she looked uncomfortable, and at one point he had to cover her mouth and reassure her to stop her from screaming, but he had made good progress, hadn't he?
He entered his apartment an hour later, and this time, his dreams had no screams and blood.
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Ginny woke up, the whiteness of the room almost blinding her. She groaned as she remembered who she was, where she was, and why. Another boring day at the mental ward.
After a couple of minutes trying to get back to sleep, a memory suddenly hit her.
"Ron!" Eight year old Ron Weasley smiled at his little sister.
"Ginny, look what I got you!" Ron reached for something inside a bag he carried, and Ginny laughed with happiness when she saw what it was. A chocolate bar! She smiled up at her older brother and kissed him on the cheek. "I love you, Ron!"
"NO, NO, NO, NO, NO!" Ginny screamed. She would not allow these memories to reach her now.
Ron Weasley was dead.
She pounded on the walls with her fists, her bed sheets twisting around her legs, not allowing her to stand up. The door opened, and the nurses, once again, had to pacify her. They did this at least once a day. Ginny Weasley had had these flashbacks once or twice a day, mostly during the mornings, and everyone was used to it by now. A few doctors, including Blaise, were trying to come up with a solution to this problem. How could they stop her from panicking and reacting negatively to happy memories?
Ginny Weasley, after all these years, still had the power to perplex.
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A/N: I am so sorry, sorrier than sorry, I haven't updated this in ages! I was just busy with school, since it's started again, and a friend of mine just died, so…I was pretty swamped, I guess. Lots of things on my mind.
I would like to dedicate this chapter to Janina Veloso (1993-2006). You were an awesome friend, though I didn't know you very well. We love you, and we miss you.
Janina was an Anime lover, and I want to write a oneshot based on Anime or something and dedicate that to her, but I don't know a thing about Fruits Basket, and Naruto, and Inuyasha, and all those things she liked, so if any of you can give me the basic outline and main characters of any Anime show, please email me. I really want to do this for her. Don't include those stuff in your reviews please, just email me.
And I know you must be a bit pissed off at me right now since this isn't a great chapter, and I apologize for that. It's not long either, but experiencing a death of a person you know, especially when she was only thirteen, it kind of depresses you for a while.