Blaise woke up, and found himself dreading work. He did not know why, but there was this weird feeling in his stomach, and it wouldn't go away.
It's probably nothing.
He prepared for another day at St.Mungo's, and Apparated there.
Once he appeared in the white lobby, he heard continuous screaming and the sound of hurried footsteps. "What the hell is happening?" he shouted to no one in particular.
"Dr.Zabini! You must help us!"
He saw where everybody was heading.
Room 1246.
He felt his stomach lurch. He entered the room, and gasped.
Ginny Weasley's body was jerking different ways at the same time, and she was clawing at the floor. "Sedate her!" Spells and Muggle treatments, for some reason, did little. What was taking over her body was something strong. Unbelievably strong. Nurses were holding her down, but she was pulling away, tearing her fingernails, tearing her hair. Blood was everywhere, and Allie was in a corner, scared out of her wits.
Patients from the other rooms in the ward were gathering at the door, and Blaise shooed them out. What was happening could greatly upset them. He also decided to ask Allie to vacate the room, which she did almost happily, a bit shaken.
He turned to Ginny, who was still twitching and started screaming. The screams were words…
…wait, no, they weren't.
They were howls, loud, almost beautiful howls of horror, pain, agony, anguish. It made Blaise's blood run cold.
He knelt beside the girl, and spoke right into her ear.
"Stop."
Her eyes opened, and he saw the fear there, mixed with irritation.
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Ginny Weasley was terrified.
She had woken up, and found herself staring at the ceiling. And for some reason, she was attacked by images of her family and friends. Her mother, father, her brothers, Hermione, Harry….all their faces crowded every corner of her mind, talking simultaneously, smiling, and she couldn't take it.
She had started shaking, and that had turned into convulsions that wracked her body with such force she fell off the bed. She accidentally bit her lip, and it bled. Dimly, she realized she should try to get herself back in control, think about butterflies and flowers and emerald green eyes and-NO.
NO.
Ron handing her chocolate.
She tried grabbing the bedside table, and it toppled; it was not sturdy enough to support her. She tried holding the bed, and missed. She heard Allie scream. Ginny screamed. She panicked, and tried gripping the floor, but it only made her tear her fingernails.
Fred and George tickling her.
She was vaguely aware of voices, of people gathering at the doorway, the casting of spells that were supposed to sedate her. Allie was hustled out the room, and she felt a body kneel next to her.
"Stop."
She opened her eyes and saw Dr.Zabini, and wanted to slap him. Do you think I'm doing this on purpose, asshole? Do you think I enjoy it, you silly sod-
"Please stop."
She felt like strangling the bastard.
Ooh, I'm totally going to stop now since you said please! ARGH!
She noticed, though, that her body was starting to calm down once she was thinking of something else, focused on something else.
For the very first time in her life, she prayed Dr.Zabini kept pissing her off. Maybe if she was distracted enough, all this would stop.
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Blaise observed the convulsions were beginning to subside once she looked at him, so, trying to keep eye contact, he continued talking. It was best to hold her attention. Distract her.
"You wanna stop now? Because that would be cool."
Amelia and the other nurses still present in the room looked at him incredulously.
He smirked. "Anyway, I heard of this Muggle invention called the toaster recently and I think it's useless when you can just use a spell, you know? I used a Port-Key to go to France once."
Ginny's eyes showed amusement and annoyance.
"I heard this song on the "radio" by some "Britney Spears girl" and it was actually quite catchy, if you didn't listen to the lyrics and all because they were a bit silly. She was saying things like "Hit me baby, one more time", and I really don't get why she wants to be physically abused…"
Ginny stopped shaking.
He smiled in triumph.
She sighed, her eyes still pained, still in shock. "You are one annoying bastard."
Blaise laughed.
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After the incident, Ginny was not allowed to do anything but rest, which she hated. She didn't need to rest, she needed to talk to somebody, she needed to distract herself from thinking about….them.
She was shocked that Blaise had been able to stop her convulsions but spells and treatments hadn't.
It was interesting indeed.
A simple spell had fixed her bitten lip and torn fingernails. A simple spell had also cleaned the blood off the floor.
But a simple spell could not cure Ginny completely.
She heard the door open, and saw Allie standing there, full of fear, eyes cautious.
"Oh Allie, I'm so sorry you had to see that, I didn't mean to scare you…"
"Well…it's alright I guess..."
The tension was thick.
Then Blaise came in.
"Ah! I see you're doing better, Ginny!"
She made a face.
"Yes, you are quite mature…anyway, Allie, you are my patient, and I need to ask you some questions about you, and your condition, would that be alright with you?"
"Whatever."
"Alright. So-"
"Would you like me to leave?" Ginny interrupted.
"No, you can stay, it's perfectly fine. Allie, what is your favorite color?"
"Why the hell is that important?"
"Ginny, please don't cut in. This is a very important interview," Blaise said in a very infuriating tone of voice.
Allie giggled and started twirling a lock of her hair around her finger, licking her lips. "Well, it depends, doctor…"
Blaise smiled.
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Ginny looked at Allie disbelievingly. Was she flirting with Blaise? Her doctor? Somebody twice her bloody age? Merlin, Allie was fifteen! And wait…Blaise was letting her?! And wait…what was that? Was he actually flirting back?!
Wasn't this considered pedophilia?!
No, she wasn't jealous! Of course not! She was just concerned and interested in Allie's safety and welfare! She wasn't annoyed that he wasn't flirting with her instead! She didn't- did he just laugh flirtatiously?!
This had to stop!
Ginny cleared her throat loudly.
"Yes, Ginny?" Blaise said tiredly.
"Can I have some water, please?"
"Uh, yeah, of course, just go down the hall-"
"Can you get it for me please? I don't feel so good."
"No."
Damn.
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What the hell is wrong with Ginny? Why the hell does she keep butting in?
Blaise was thoroughly puzzled. If he didn't know any better he would think she was getting jealous. She wasn't, of course. It was totally unlike her. And why would she be jealous? All he and Allie were doing were having an innocent conversation, while he ignored her constant eye batting and hair twirling.
He was used to it really, since many of the nurses and female patients did the same while around him. He learned to completely ignore it.
But Ginny didn't know that.
Why did he keep assuming she was jealous?
First of all, she kept distracting him; second of all, she looked like she wanted to punch them both in the face. Hmm.
Wow. She was turning really, really purple now. Well. She drove him up the wall all the time….why couldn't he do the same to her this once?
He sighed. He knew he couldn't.
If he made her angry or frustrated, she would launch into another one of those attacks where she got all….freaky.
He didn't want that.
Damn it, why did she have to be insane, and why did he have to be her doctor? Life just wasn't fair at times.
He was very pissed off and thinking of ways to piss her off without her killing him when-
"Dr.Zabini, can I talk to you outside please?"
He looked at the redhead in amusement. She looked angry and extremely impatient.
"What for?"
She narrowed her eyes.
"Just come on!"
He turned to Allie and smiled. "Well, she doesn't seem to need anything important, I'll get back to you in a minute, alright?"
She giggled. "Sure…"
Blaise nodded and left the room.
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"Ginny, what do you want now?"
"What are you THINKING?" She screamed.
"I don't know what you're talking about, Ginny. Please explain so we can solve whatever problem you have in an easy, quick manner."
"YOU'RE FLIRTING WITH A MINOR!"
"If I recall correctly, she's flirting with me, and it has nothing to do with you whatsoever."
She scoffed. "You are such an egotistical, idiotic-"
"Handsome," he added.
"little-NO!"
He smirked. "Out of curiosity, Ginny, I'm just wondering why you're getting so worked up about it….knowing you…you would just roll your eyes and ignore Allie and me."
She hesitated. "We-well…it's just….not right,….okay?" she said weakly.
"Whatever. Admit it, Ginny…you care way too much…"
"Of course I do! Allie is-"
"…about ME!"
"Yeah….wait, what?! NO-"
"You do! You fancy me!"
"I DO NOT!"
"Everybody does-"
"Please don't irritate me. I might-"
"FINE."
"Thank you…now stop endangering minors."
She entered the room once again, and slammed the door shut in his face.
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