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The first thing I notice is the voices. Soft and distant, I can't make out what they're saying. I wonder who's talking, vaguely. That leads me to wondering where they are talking, I don't remember where I am. I half open my eyes, but close them again because of the brightness of the room. Slowly I re-open them, and my eyes adjust to the white.
White ceiling, white walls, white curtains. I'm in a hospital. Why am I in a hospital? I look around further. Bags of fluid feeding into my veins, a tray of cold food, two stiff chairs, one of them occupied. Occupied by him.
Malfoy. He looks aweful, his hair not brushed, his eyes red with bags underneath, and he's slouching in the chair, like he's been there for hours. It comes back to me, the cold, the clawing, the begging, the crying...the fight.
Does this mean he doesn't hate me? Or is he just feeling guilty? He has no idea how horrible I feel, he thinks it's just guilt, but it's more. I don't understand it yet, and I want to ask him how long he's been here, but he looks over at me, and I quickly close my eyes.
"Ginny?" I don't respond, waiting to see what he'll say. He walks over to me, leans across the bed, and lightly kisses my forehead. He brushes my hair out of my face softly, as his tears fall down on me. He speaks again.
"I'm sorry." I want to speak, but I'm scared he'll leave. I don't want him to leave. He takes my hand, and his is warm and soft, and I only wish he knew I was awake. But I can't tell him, he might still be mad. So I squeeze his hand. He takes a sharp breath, but then gently squeezes back.
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