Harry awoke the next morning, unsure of where he was. A woman in a white uniform was dressing the bed next to his in black sheets. This was the oddest thing he ever saw, weren't hospital beds supposed to have white sheets?
"Er, Ma'am? Er, why are you putting black sheets on that bed?"
The Healer turned around, and Harry saw that her eyes were red and sore from crying.
"This patient killed himself."
Harry's eyes widened as the Healer continued making the bed. "Can I ask you a question?"
She answered without turning around, "You are in St. Mungo's, floor six."
"Floor six? But, I thought the hospital only had five floors? The last is the tearoom?"
She looked at him as she fluffed the pillow. Her eyes were watering. Harry felt horrible forcing her to talk to him, but he had to know where he was.
"This is the new insanity ward. We had to put it here when people started killing themselves because of You-Know-Who." She said this, and her voice started shaking.
"You are here because your Healer believes you attempted suicide last night." She dropped her voice, "I would have expected more from Harry Potter, the Boy Who Lived."
Harry tried to think back, but all he could remember was Ginny, in the hospital room, then a tall house…but it wasn't Grimmauld Place, and that was the last place he was. "I didn't commit-or try to commit suicide!"
She sighed. "That's what they all say."
Harry felt he would explode with curiosity, so he asked her, "Who was your patient?"
She looked at him, and collapsed. She fell to the floor, bawling her eyes out. Harry got out of the bed and put his arm around her, trying to comfort her, cursing himself for being so nosy.
"My." Gulp. "Husband."
Harry and the Healer stayed there for a long time, sitting on the black tiled floor.