So, again, so I don't get sued and end up living on the streets> DISCLAIMER: i DO NOT own, NOR WILL I EVER own ANY PART of the HP PHENOMENON! ..only the plot! heehee girly giggle
Chapter 4: Best Friends Forever
Harry woke up with people all around him. They seemed to be carrying him somewhere. He saw lights all around him. Someone removed his glasses from his hand. They seemed to have broken. There were shards of glass in his hand. He could barely feel his body. He was so close to being numb. The glass in his hand felt almost like someone was tickling his hand. The lights were passing by him. He only saw colors and shapes. He could barely hear the voices calling out to him. Begging him to say something, anything. To tell them that he was okay. But he was near numb over his entire body.
The people were laying him down. They were all around him. Saying things to someone else. Calling out for someone to get something. He felt the smallest prick in his arm, and someone was doing something to his hand. He suddenly felt as if he could talk, but he couldn't speak. It was as if his throat wouldn't let him. "Hermione...Hermione..." he thought he called out. He had just a sound barely audible by a human.
He felt something cool flowing through him. He felt tired. Like he hadn't slept on so long. His eyelids felt heavy. The slowly lowered and he fell to sleep.
Someone was talking to him. He couldn't open his eyes. Who was talking? He couldn't feel a thing in his body. He thought he could move his eyes, but he couldn't do even that.
"Harry, I hope you better soon mate. Everyone is worried sick about you. We didn't know what had happened to you until an owl came from St. Mungo's." he could almost hear the voice clearly.
"Who was it though?" he tried desperately to place the voice with this person. "Said they didn't know what had happened to you. They actually had to take you to some...muggle hospital." the voice slowly died.
"No! Keep talking!" he wanted desperately to call out. "Who are you? What happened to me?" He heard the person get up and walk out. "No! Come back! I need to know who you are!" he felt more desperate to call out to this person than he had felt with anything else in his entire life. "Please!" he yelled. The room went quiet. He heard people screaming, screeching. They were running into the room around them.
"Harry! Are you okay?" "Harry! Are you awake? Come on say something!" "Is he awake? Move over! I can't see him? Harry?" people were all around him saying something.
They were talking too much too fast. He wanted so badly to call out and tell them to stop. For someone to wake him up. To open his eyes.
Out of nowhere, he felt the tips of his toes. They felt like ice, but he could feel them.
"Nurse! Nurse!" someone went out of the room yelling. He heard more people coming back in. He felt something on his arm. It felt warm. It was flowing through his veins. His body felt warm, but he couldn't move.
"SHUT UP!" the nurse screeched at the crowd of people. They immediately stopped talking. "Now!" she had to readjust her voice to not yell. "He's obviously improving. And if he is to get any better, we all need to leave him alone."
There were immediate protests.
"OUT!" she said commandingly. Harry had to laugh. This woman was probably small and petite, and she was ordering around a huge group of people.
"Hahaha." he laughed out loud. The people gasped shortly.
"Out!" the nurse said pushing the people out of the room. When the door closed, he heard it click shut and lock.
He could feel his feet. They were almost warm. Feeling cam tot his finger tips. He could almost move his fingers, but he fell asleep.
Someone came in later. A small, quiet voice. The voice was quavering. Shaky. It must've been a woman, or a girl. She started to cry, but it came to a halt. She gasped and he heard a small thud.
"She must've grabbed her side or something... maybe she has an injury." he thought.
The girl or woman stood up. She stepped closer to him and placed a soft, smooth, warm hand on his face.
He felt a warm droplet on his face, but the girl noticed it and wiped it off with something.
"I just wanted to tell you something...we'll always be best friends forever-" she was about to say something else, but a woman came in, "You shouldn't be standing! You don't have you strength back! You need to go lie down." the woman said making the girl sit back down. He heard something squeak, a girl sob shortly, and a door shut.
"I want to wake up! I want get out of this bed!" he wanted to yell. "What happened and where am I?"
Something beside him, he just noticed, was beeping. It started to get faster. A nurse ran in with a doctor, and they started bustling around him. The doctor was talking so fast he didn't think the nurse would be able to understand him. He felt the smallest prick in his arm and the beeping started to slow. He slowly drifted off to sleep. He must've been asleep for a long time according to the people he heard when he woke.
He still couldn't open his eyes, but he could hear the people. Maybe not as good as he could, but he could make out what they were saying.
"How long is he gonna be like this?" he heard someone squeak in a medium low voice.
"Well after what happened to her and then him? You would probably be worse off than him!" he could tell it was the nurse again. "He should be awake in a little bit IF he stays as good as he is now." she added emphasis to if.
"Well why don't you know?" a man asked irritated.
"It is IMPOSSIBLE to know when he will gain consciousness again! No one could possibly tell you!" the nurse said sharply then walking out of the room.
"I bet I know a few 'others' who could tell me!" the man laughed to himself. The man left and the door shut, but it quickly opened again and he heard it lock softly.
"Harry...I don't know whether you can hear me or not, I hope you don't. How I could face you again without turning as red as a tomato?" the girl laughed slightly.
He heard her take a preparatory breath, but it was as if she couldn't say it even if he couldn't hear her. "Well Mr. Potter! You have accomplished you goal in making someone speechless. If that was what you were after!" she laughed again. He smiled.
"Harry?" she breathed sharply. She stood up and leaned on the rail. She waited there for a moment. "Harry?" she said losing hope.
She waited again for a few minutes. "Oh well...I thought you were going to wake up..." she sounded as if she was struggling to make some decision.
She made some sounds as if hesitating to do something. She leaned over him.
He felt her sweet breath on his face. Something warm came to his lips.
A sudden knock on the door drew her away.
"Ginny? Are you in there?" someone called out.
"Oh? Is the door locked? Sorry!" the girl called out. She went over to the door and fumbled with the lock. "It must've locked when I came in!" the girl laughed nervously and went out of the room.
"Did Ginny just kiss me?" he thought wildly.