A/N:
Okay, so I don't know about you but I feel that chapter 4 was a bit weak. I got the point across that I wanted to get but because of writer's block I didn't do a very good job. It wasn't until I submitted the chapter that I thought of something more to write…it's mainly about Hugo's diagnosis but I have to do some research first so that'll be in an upcoming chapter! This chapter will be in Ginny's POV.
Once again this chapter is dedicated to Dylan who puts up with me and gives me sugar and caffeinated coffee if I need a pick me up.
Ginny looked out the window; faintly she could make out the outline of her older brother Bill in the swirling mounds of snow, he walked into the darkness for a way then suddenly his figure vanished. Ginny smiled knowing that Bill would be there to greet Ron when he and Hugo arrived at the Children's Hospital. Now the only thing that remained outside was the snow as it continued to fall. Ginny remained fixated on the little white swirls until she felt someone tap her shoulder.
"Ginny?" She turned to look into the concerned face of Harry; he had two cups of warm liquid in his hands. Handing one to her, he moved closer to the window and peered out. "I got us some coffee in the Hospital Cafeteria." He told her without removing his eyes from the swirling snow. "I thought it might be nice to have something warm to drink while we wait."
Ginny nodded and took a sip, immediately spitting it back out. "Blech!! This is disgusting!" She could feel all the blood rush to her face as a nurse walked by and gave her a dirty look.
Harry looked back at her and smiled.
"What?"
"Nothing. It's just that this is the first time since I got here that I've seen some color in your face."
"What are you talking about?"
"When Ron and I got here you were as white as a ghost!"
Ginny looked up at her husband who was staring back at her, behind his warm smile his green eyes were still filled with concern.
"You don't have to worry about Hermione you know."
Ginny didn't answer him, she returned her gaze back toward the dark window.
Harry continued on. "Hermione's dealt with things much worse then a collapsed lung. Just think about all the things we did while we were in school."
Ginny nodded but refused to look at him. "I know."
'Then what's wrong?"
"I just—I just wonder what it would be like if it had been me and our kids in that car. You know…. the outcome?"
Ginny heard Harry sigh. "Thank God we don't have to find out." She could feel Harry's strong arm wrap itself around her shoulders guiding her away from the window. Gently he led her to one of the chairs closest to the big glass door. Ginny sat down staring into her coffee cup, though the liquid inside was revolting, the warm cup brought some comfort to Ginny as she held it. She felt Harry sit beside her in the other chair, and then heard him take a sip of his coffee, like her he spit it out.
"You weren't kidding. This coffee his horrible!"
Ginny smiled and looked back up at her husband. "What? Did you not believe me or something?"
Harry grinned. "Not at all. While it's true that any food coming from a Muggle hospital doesn't taste very good I wasn't prepared for it to taste this badly!"
Ginny's smiled disappeared as she heard the glass doors open. Quickly standing up she almost flung herself toward Dr. Hutton.
Dr. Hutton jumped back in fright. "Excuse me miss? I'm looking for Mr. Weasley?"
"Ron had to go with his son to the Children's Hospital. I'm his sister."
Dr. Hutton eyed Ginny wearily for a second. "I'd prefer to talk to Mr. Weasley but I understand his duty as a father. I will talk to the other family members due to his absence." He nodded behind her. "Are they also related?"
Ginny turned around. Harry and George were standing behind her. Both of them looked equally worried. "Their my husband and other brother."
Dr. Hutton nodded and motioned for all 3 of them to follow him through the glass doors. They walked for a way then suddenly he stopped and turned toward them, obviously about to speak. Ginny held her breath.
"Mrs. Weasley is out of surgery and everything seems to be fine."
Ginny let out a sigh of relief. "Can we go see her?"
Dr. Hutton nodded. "She isn't out of anesthetics yet so she's unconscious, probably will be out of it for another hour." He told them as he led them though another door. They walked down the waxy white floor until they came up to a door that said Room 213. Dr. Hutton stopped in front of it. "Before you go in let me remind you that she is on oxygen. When she does wake up she won't be able to talk due to the breathing tubes. When she wakes up we'll put a pad of paper and a pen by her bedside so that when she isn't groggy anymore she'll be able to ask questions and such-forth. We also don't want her to be too overwhelmed so we only want you 3 with her at the moment—unless her husband returns, and we'll have to cut it down to 2 people at a time when she wakes up." He motioned toward the door. "Let us know if something doesn't seem right." He then walked off.
Ginny opened the door and walked in. Followed by Harry and George. The room was small. It had one small window that was covered by white drapes. A small TV hung in the top left corner and was shut off. A chair lay next to the small bed. Ginny walked over to it and sat down, looking at the figure lying in the bed. Hermione lay motionless. She would almost look peaceful, if not for the large clear tube that shot out of her mouth connecting her to the machine that was helping her breathe. Ginny noticed that there were also other things around her. Ginny asked Harry what they were and he explained to the best of his ability. A heart monitor showed Hermione's gentle heartbeat on its screen. A brain monitor showed what Ginny guessed was her brainwaves. The other one wasn't a machine at all; Harry told her that the sac like object would fill Hermione with fluids so she wouldn't get dehydrated and if the doctors needed to, medicine.
"Blimey Harry!" Breathed George as he looked at all the machines and vines of tubes with awe, "How can you tell what is what?"
Harry shrugged. "Whenever the Dursley's would leave the house, I'd watch a lot of TV, sometimes a Hospital show would be on."
George nodded—though Ginny doubted he understood. "I'll go send the word that she's out of surgery." He walked out of the room.
Ginny just stared at Hermione's lifeless form. All was silent but the beeps of the Heart and Brain monitors and the Breathing Machine making a wheezing noise every time Hermione breathed. Ginny sat in the chair next to the bed. Harry sat on the arm of the chair. They both watched Hermione's chest rise and fall as if they were worried that it would stop any moment. Ginny felt Harry put his hand on her shoulder. Ginny placed her hand on his thigh and leaned into Harry. For now, all they could do was wait.
A/N:
There we go! I hoped you liked it!
The next Chapter will be in Ron's POV
Reviews are awesome! So please review!
Peace, Love and Stuff
Jenny