Chapter 8
Ginny POV
I watched James and Hugo read as I sat with Harry after dinner. I suddenly felt sick to my stomach and ran to the bathroom. I was throwing up when Harry walked in. He looked very concerned.
"Ginny? Are you okay?" He asked his voice full of concern. I couldn't answer as my stomach emptied itself. He asked repeatedly, rubbing my back and shooing the kids off when they came to see what was wrong. When it finally stopped, I began shaking. Harry rubbed my back and helped me back to the den. James and Hugo stopped reading Babbity Rabbity, Ron's favorite children's book, and looked at me. I was a mess. What was wrong? I sat there shaking for 10 minutes until I had to run to the bathroom again to throw up. I then collapsed to the ground, energy drained. When James heard the noise, he ran to find the noise. He found me and screamed for Harry. Harry came running, leaving Hugo's question unanswered. James pointed to me and stated the obvious.
"Daddy I think she is sick." Gotta love this kid. Harry nodded and turned to James.
"James? Daddy needs you to go get your coat and Hugo's. We are gonna go for a little road trip okay?" James nodded and ran off, screaming "road trip! Road trip!" Harry turned back and picked me up.
"Ginny, darling, I'm bringing you to Saint Mungo's. I think you are really sick." I answered with a slight nod as he buckled me into our flying car (dad made another). I fell asleep and the next thing I remember was waking up in a hospital room. Harry smiled.
"James, looks like mommy is waking up. Wanna say hi?" I smiled and remembered.
"Hugo? Where's Hugo!" I asked frantically. If Ron found out I lost his kid…
"Hugo went to see aunt Hermione. Mama, its 10:00 at night! It is way past my bedtime. But I'm not tired…" He was cut off by his own yawn. I laughed.
"Jamesy, why don't you lay down right here next to me," I said as a healer walked in and began sticking sensors on me. Fun. James lies down next to me and is asleep already by the time they begin to draw blood. Once again, fun.
"Harry, you did walk Hugo down to Room 243 yourself, correct?" I whisper, my voice jumping two octaves as the needle pierces my skin. He nods. The healer butts in.
"Ma'am? This could take a while. The head healer says he would like you to stay overnight. It may not be serious, but the blood tests won't show results until tomorrow, and by the description your husband gave, you sound very sick. We just would like to make sure you are ok." I sigh and nod. Harry squeezes my hand. A nurse brings in a cot for Harry to sleep on, but he shoos it away.
"I have to take care of Hugo." He says to me sadly. George walks in suddenly, pushing the cot back in.
"Fancy seeing you here! I heard your predicament. Why don't I watch Hugo and James? Hugo is just going in to see Hermione cuz they wanted to bring him in between contractions. That way you can watch my sister mate." He says, elbowing Harry in the ribs.
"Thanks Georgy!" I exclaim. He grimaces at his childhood nickname. George promptly picks up James and walks out.
"Good luck sis! At least you aren't going through what Hermione is!" He says, trying to lighten the mood. I nod as he walks out. Harry's kiss is the last thing I remember before I fall asleep.