I am the worst! I am so sorry for not updating this in so long!


It had been three days since George's eyes had opened. The good news was he was definitely alive. The bad news was, no one could really predict when he would wake up.

Mr and Mrs Weasley had arrived at Hogwarts and were staying in a room conjured by the Room of Requirement and Professor Dumbledore had agreed to let Fred stay by George's side the entire time he was asleep; as long as he did a little school work while watching over his brother. Evan had been assigned a paper on Quidditch injuries by Madam Pomfrey the week prior to the accident, so she was sitting on the opposite side of George's bed to Fred and waving her wand every hour or so over George to check progress.

"Small improvement, not much, but still..." Evan said softly in Fred's direction.

Fred sighed, "This sucks." His voice was muffled as his hands were covering his face, his elbows resting on the side of his twin's bed.

"I know sweetie," she said for what felt like the hundredth time, "It's ok." She didn't really know what else to say. She hoped George would be ok, but she had no clue when or if George would wake…

"It's not ok." Fred grumbled, looking at her angrily.

"No," Evan said flustered, "I know, I didn't mean –"

"It's ok?" He interrupted her, "It's ok." He was chuckling angrily.

"You know what I meant Fred, I was just trying to cheer you up." Evan was trying to keep the conversation calm, Fred getting angry was the last thing either of them needed.

Fred laughed cruelly at that, "Cheering me up is the last thing I need Evan. My brother is lying there, dead to the world and all you can say is 'it's ok'?" Fred stood and walked away from George's bedside for the first time since he was levitated there.

Evan was starting to get annoyed, "Where are you going?"

"I don't want to get angry in front of George." He huffed, "Madam Pomfrey said he might be able to hear what we're saying."

"Why are you getting angry?" Evan's annoyance deepened when Fred turned on his heel, face red, shaking his head.

"Oh, that's right. I shouldn't expect you to know what to say, right?" he scoffed, "You don't know what it's like to see a family member dying, do you?"

"What?" she asked, walking over to where Fred was pacing, "I don't understand what you mean…"

"Of course you don't!" Fred roared in her direction, "You don't have anyone who would want you to be by their bedside because you don't have a family!"

Evan stared at him, her mouth open in shock. Before Fred could say anything else, Evan pushed past him and slammed the door to the Hospital office behind her.

"You're a complete idiot." Came a familiar voice to Fred's left.

Fred spun on his heel and stared at his brother, "George!" he ran over and threw his arms around his brother's neck, "I'm so glad you're ok!"

George winced at his brother's actions and took a deep breath, "That was horrific to witness." He said nodding towards the slammed door.

After a few moments, Fred had still not replied, so George continued, "What day is it?" he rubbed his face with his palm and yawned heavily.

"Tuesday afternoon," Fred said quickly, "I have to go tell mum you're ok... stay here. Don't fall asleep." Fred ran out of the Hospital Wing and toward the Room of Requirement.

"You're an idiot!" George yelled after him, shaking his head slightly.