Rose put the phone back to its resting place as the healer's words sank in. He was bitten by a venomous snake and very well might be dying!
"What the bloody hell am I even standing around here for?!" she screamed at herself.
Rose ran. She ran through the kitchen to the bedroom of her flat. She yanked the closet door open and pulled out the first things she saw. It was a blue dress with white flowers. She didn't care that she rarely wore dresses. She grabbed a towel and slammed the bathroom door shut.
Within 10 minutes Rose found herself back in her kitchen, fully dressed and teeth brushed. She grabbed a banana from the fridge and grabbed the keys of her dining table. She was heading out the door when she realized how stupid she was being. She may have adapted to living in a muggle environment but she was still a witch. She ran back to the kitchen, dropped her keys and opened the drawer to the right of the stove. She fumbled around with spare parchment, paper, pens and pencils until she found her wand. Immediately she turned on her heel and thought long and hard about St. Mungo's.
Rose Weasley couldn't stop running. She ran through the hospital straight to the elevators. She didn't know exactly where to go but she didn't care. She was too worked up to stop and think rationally. As she bounced back and forth on her feet while simultaneously jabbing the elevator button a healer approached her. He seemed in his fifties and had a smile on his face. She wanted to snuff that smile of his face.
"Scorpius Malfoy may be dying or I may just be going crazy, but while he's in this hospital no healer is allowed to smile," she found herself thinking.
"Excuse me Ms.," the healer asked approaching Rose. "Can I help you find somebody?"
"Yes," she was nearly screaming and she didn't know why. "I need Scorpius Malfoy!"
"Ah, you're Ms. Weasley then?" Rose only nodded. "I was the one to call you this morning. Follow me and I shall take you to him."
The elevator doors finally opened and Rose rushed inside. She continued tapping her foot as the healer slowly entered clearly amused by this girl's behavior. He pressed the button to the fourth floor and stood there smiling.
"Gah!" Rose exclaimed, "Can this go any faster?"
"We'll be there soon Ma'am," replied the healer. "I'm Healer Windwillow, and I'm on Mr. Malfoy's case."
"I see," Rose responded. "Um, by chance, is he doing ok?"
"Well at the moment he's sleeping. And we've taken out a few blood samples so we can test his blood for cures to this venom."
"St. Mungo's healers," Rose thought, "always so straightforward." Then she asked aloud, "So you're not certain of a cure yet?"
"Not yet ma'am," he replied emotionless. The elevator doors finally swung open and Rose rushed out. She didn't know which way to turn and so just waited impatiently for the Healer.
"Merlin! Does this man know no sense of urgency?!" Rose screamed inside her head.
"He's in room 86," the Healer told Rose. "All the way at the end of the hall." Hearing all she needed to know, Rose found herself running again. She reached the room and opened the door, and then she froze. She couldn't move anymore. She just saw the most depressing sight. Scorpius Malfoy in a white room with a white bed. He was fast asleep, and she could see sweat across his forehead. She didn't want to move any further. She didn't want to get any closer, she didn't want to feel his skin and realize that this was all real.
"Ms?" asked the Healer, clearly intrigued. "Is everything alright? Why have you not entered the room?"
"I ... er ... that is ...," Rose didn't know what to say. She just held onto the door and stared at Scorpius.
"Ms. Weasley, when someone's loved one is in the hospital most people calmly walk into the hospital but rush to their loved one's side when they've seen them lying there," Rose's behavior was something he's never seen. She was initially reluctant to come despite the worry in her voice. And then she can't wait to get to his room, but now that she's here? He couldn't understand it.
"I know. But I'm afraid to go inside. I can't ... I don't want to," Rose weakly answered not staring at anything but Scorpius's sweating face. The Healer didn't understand it at all.
"You know that's a lie Ms. Weasley," and he put his hands on Rose's shoulders and pushed her into the room. "You know you want to be here and comfort him." Rose was once again shocked by the Healer's behavior and finally tore her eyes away from him. She was scared. She didn't want to be so close to Scorpius while he was lying like that on a bed in St. Mungo's. She saw the Healer conjure up a stool for her and watched as he placed it by Scorpius's bedside and left the room, closing the door on his way out.
Rose took a deep breath and looked back at Scorpius's body. He looked uncomfortable and yet unable to move. She moved to his pillow and fluffed it up as he slept. She then grabbed a napkin from the table next to the bed that she had not initially seen. She put her banana nest to the napkin box, not wanting to eat anything. There was also a trash bin next to the table. She walked back over to Scorpius and wiped the sweat of his forehead. She pulled the messy blanket properly over his body and decided she could look at him without too much dread. She threw the napkin into the trash bin and finally decided to sit on the stool.
She just sat there at looked at the man she knew since she was 11. Her best friend, along with Al, her only boyfriend, and the only person she could see herself with ... forever. Now he was lying in a hospital bed and fast asleep. She didn't know what would happen to him. She didn't care that he broke up with her. He was still her oldest friend. She watched as he turned on his side, facing her, but still fast asleep. She saw one of his hands was now resting on top of the blanket, the other under his cheek. She took the hand on top of the blanket in her's and gently rubbed circles on the back of it. She looked back up into his face and saw the pain in his face disappear as she continued to draw circles with her thumb. She watched as a contented smile fell upon his face and flashed back to the moment they first met.