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He almost shouted at her, before lowering his voice when his eyes met the disapproving gaze of the blue aproned muggle.
The nurse upturned her nose at the tall, scrawny ginger man that had jumped up from an armchair outside the room. "Sir, please calm down." Her face was expressionless, but her nostrils had flared with disdain. Ron tried to lower his voice. "Miss, please, can I see her now?"
The nurse brushed down her apron. "Miss Granger will be recovering from general anesthetic, but she should be able to take visitors in the next hour."
"How is she doing?" Ron wrung his hands. The nurse looked very prim and proper, her hair was pulled into a tight top knot, leaving a crease in her forehead. Her apron was tied neatly in a bow around her waist, and she was holding some forms on a clipboard.
"As I said Sir, Miss Granger is recovering from general anesthetic. She is stable, but still unconscious. I will notify you when she wakes." He sighed, as the nurse turned to re-enter Hermione's hospital room
He let his gaze and hands rest in his lap.
It seemed like seasons were passing as Ron sat in the red armchair. A while ago he had tried to use his wand to entertain himself, turning the begonias resting in a china vase on the coffee table from blue, to green, to rainbow before he had been given some very strange looks, and had to partially obliviate a team of trainee muggle healers.
"Oh bugger!" He cursed frustratedly as a young female muggle crumpled onto the floor. Hermione had always been the best at the memory wiping spells.
Finally, the door to the room opened, and a different muggle healer poked her head out of it. "Mr… Granger?"
"Weasley."
"Oh. Well, Mr Weasley, I was sent to inform you that Miss Granger has just regained consciousness. Please come with me and wash your hands, we are about to enter a sterile environment." Ron stared at the nurse for a moment, before shaking his head and walked slowly over to the sinks, shaking as if in a trance. He dried his hands on some all-purpose blue paper towels and followed her into Hermione's private room.
As he entered, he saw the side table had been cleared of the remnants of her breakfast, replaced by an Electrocardiogram (EKG) machine to regulate her heartbeat and a small plastic cup full of water. Pulling the bed- curtain aside, he saw her tawny hair spread in a mess on her pillow.
A plug was inserted in her hand so that the anaesthetic could travel into her bloodstream, wrapped in a bandage. A nurse was gently unravelling the bandage and wrappings from it, and Hermione winced.
Gingerly, Ron sat beside her. "Careful!" The nurse warned him sharply. "She just had an operation."
He shrunk back for a second and knelt carefully beside her on the floor. He reached out and stroked her hair gently, running his fingers and gently combing it through. She turned her head to him and murmured sleepily; "Ron?" Ron reached for her free hand and grasped it. Her palm was slightly sweaty.
"Ssssh." He gently soothed her. "Just rest."
"It hurts! Ron, it hurts." Her voice was course, and quiet.
"Quiet sweetheart. Don't talk. You'll be able to leave here in a few hours." He carried on stroking her hair.
In the next few minutes, Hermione slipped in and out of consciousness, but by the time an hour had passed, she was fully awake. During that time, they were both constantly monitored by muggles popping their heads round the door and measuring Hermione's heartbeat.
Eventually another blue aproned muggle entered Hermione's room, holding a small white face flannel and a towel. "Good afternoon, Miss Granger, Mr Weasley." She smiled at the pair gently. "How long have you been in here now Miss Granger?" She laid the towels on the bedside table.
"About… two or three hours I think." Hermione answered her, sleepily looking at Ron for affirmation. "Yes." He confirmed. "Felt more like four or five though." The nurse smiled at them. "The procedure can take a long time. Anyway, I thought you would want to freshen up. It's been a long day."
Hermione stretched. "I do feel quite stiff." Ron smiled at her and tucked a piece of her hair behind her ear. "I'll wait for you outside." He got up off the bed and waved at Hermione and the nurse, exiting the room.
"Now Miss, there is a small bathroom with a shower. You can get cleaned up, just call me if you need any help. I'll wait right here." She handed Hermione the towels and helped her up from the bed.
"Thanks!" Hermione smiled and shut the door.
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