"She's going to be okay," A female voice said. "Let's just say that we're lucky enough that she didn't use the Killing Curse on herself and used one of the muggle ways of suicide."
Killing Curse. Muggle ways. Suicide. Those words echoed in Hermione's head, trying to make a sense of what was happening. She opened her eyes hoping that it would help her to know where she was.
There were blue curtains draped around her, a brown wooden table was beside the bed that she was lying on and there was a silhouette of a guy and a woman behind the curtains.
"Okay, thank you, nurse." The guy said.
Nurse… Nurse! She was in a hospital. Why was she in a hospital? Suicide, she remembered. She attempted to kill herself… What else? She closed her eyes, trying to remember the happenings.
Ron was using the Floo Network. I stormed off to the room Harry lent me. I cried… I- uhh… I poured the contents of a glass of water. Then… I… broke the glass on my wrist. Harry came and carried me, she recalled.
"Looks like she's awake." The nurse informed. "You may talk to her if you want."
The guy nodded a little before pushing aside the curtain, a certain messy black-haired guy entered the room with his eyebrows joined together. "What the bloody hell was that, Hermione?" He snapped. "There's already a lot of people who mourned, and is still mourning, and you're going to do this?!"
Hermione's cheeks reddened, it was stupid… and selfish. She didn't think about her friends, her family, everyone who cared about her. All she thought of was herself. People had already been miserable, and she almost made it worse. "I'm sorry…" She whispered.
Harry sighed and dropped on the chair beside the bed. "Just… Just don't do that again… ever." She nodded. "Go to sleep."
Hermione closed her eyes and moments later, she had dozed off. Harry, on the other hand, stayed in the hospital, watching Hermione sleep. Questions and scary thoughts filled his mind. What if Hermione won't wake up anymore? What if I hadn't been there to bring her to the hospital immediately? What if Hermione's dead by now?
A tear slid from his eye to his cheek. He couldn't imagine life without Hermione. He had lost so many people already. First, his father, then his mother, then Sirius, Dumbledore, Dobby… The list went on and on, he couldn't imagine losing another important piece in his life. Just the thought of it could make him break down. At that moment, he loathed Ron. He did not just break Hermione's heart, but almost made it stop, as well.
Harry stroked Hermione's hair as she slept peacefully. "I can't imagine you gone, Hermione." He whispered. "You're too special, I need you." Another tear rolled down from his eye. "I love you." He kissed her forehead before he went away.