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Date: Thursday, 16 November, 2000
Time: 6:25 pm
Location: Stirling Royal Infirmary, Stirling
Characters Involved: Hannah Abbott; Eliza and doctors(NPC); Percy Weasley
Rating: PG
Complete
Hannah wasn't in the best of moods: she'd gone to Stirling to visit Ms. Tabbi and had been there for about an hour or so already, since she had told Eliza she should go home and wash up. Hannah hadn't the luxury of sitting with her mother during a time of trial, but she could definitely empathize with how taxing it must be to keep vigil with a sick parent.
When Eliza returned, Ms. Tabbi was sound asleep in her bed. Hannah met her friend out in the corridor. "You know, you didn't have to wait until things were on the down slide to call me," she chided her friend.
"I know," Eliza sighed, "I just didn't know how to handle it when your mum died."
Placing a hand on Hannah's shoulder she added, "I'm glad you came though."
Hannah pulled her friend into a hug. "So am I. But it's getting late. I'll see you tomorrow." She then turned and headed toward the lift. When a door opened she entered without paying much attention to the direction it was headed. She wanted to go down, but the elevator was still on its way up. At the next stop a couple of doctors got on, their conversation vividly concentrated on a peculiar patient.
"...state of shock,” one doctor was saying to the other, concentrating his attention on the clipboard in front of him, jotting down a note. "He started talking utter nonsense. Something about a war against a dark lord and a Ministry of Magic. Like a fantasy novel. He's calmed down now, but we still have him under observation."
"Hm," his colleague nodded his head and pressed the button on the panel to get off at the next floor below. "Has he given his name? Somebody we could contact?"
The first doctor flipped back a sheet on his clipboard and read off it as the door to the lift closed and took them down. "Room 408. Urm....'Percy Weasley'. We've run a check on it, but nobody with that name's come up missing. Could very well be another delusion? Something might have addled his brain when he came out of the coma. We're running some more tests on him tomorrow. Are you going out to lunch now?"
"Yeah. Thinking about that new deli on the corner..." The pair of doctors left the lift when the doors closed to continue on with their business.
Hannah wasn't one to pay attention to the conversations of others, but when the doctor mentioned the Ministry she couldn't help but key in to their conversation. Had she heard correctly? Did they say that Percy Weasley was actually in this hospital? How could that be, based on the papers she'd reviewed he'd been listed among the dead at the final battle for Hogwarts?
Curiosity got the best of her and before the doors closed Hannah quickly hit the button for the fourth floor. She wasn't sure what she would do when she found her way there, but she had to see if what the doctors had spoken of was true. After all, if it had been one of her family members she'd have wanted to know. Exiting when the doors opened once again she found herself walking onto a floor where the nurses station was vacant for the moment. She breathed a sigh of relief at not having to speak with anyone especially since the one doctor had said they knew of no family which meant her arrival to visit him would be suspect.
Slowly she made her way down a nearby hall that according to the sign housed room 408. Upon approaching the door she noted that the nameplate had read ‘Doe, John’ and was now haphazardly crossed out and replaced by the words ‘Weasley, Percy’. Now that she was here she didn't know whether to knock or simply try and peek in.
Percy was lying in the hospital bed. The doctors had checked his eyes when he had told them he needed glasses, and they were able to give him a temporary pair of so at least he could see, but for now the only thing in his room to look at was the television, which hung suspended in the corner of the ceiling. He supposed it was an interesting way to learn about Muggle culture. His father would probably love it. If his father was still alive, that is. He didn't know. He didn't know anything about the status of anybody in his family. Or the Wizarding World. For all he knew, the war was still going on. However, there was nothing being reported in the Muggle newspapers that might suggest something extraordinary happening, which was usually an indication of a Wizarding happening, which was being covered up by the Ministry of Magic.
Percy sighed and turned his attention to look out the window. He had to get out of this place, but these Muggle healers had connected him to these rather disturbing mechanisms, which he knew nothing about. If he tried to unplug himself, would he be harmed in some way? He wasn't desperate enough to take that chance. Besides, he was still feeling rather weak, and so for the time being, he would rest and wait. And worry.
Hannah hadn't quite made her mind up as to what she was going to do when a nurse rushed by practically knocking her into Weasley's room. Stumbling and using the door to hold herself up Hannah knew she'd made quite a racket. "Sorry," she apologized as she looked in the direction of the bed not quite able to tell if the man in the bed was indeed the Percy Weasley that had been head boy during her third year at Hogwarts.
Then again, the fact that the television was actually on made her doubt that it was the same. After all, the Weasley's were a pureblood family and would more than likely have no interest in things pertaining specifically to Muggles. Still, the doctors had mentioned things that Muggles weren't to know about.
She paused a few moments before turning to leave perhaps he'd notice her and speak first. Then again, it wasn't likely that he'd care to speak with just anyone. Just in case it really was him she muttered to herself as she turned to leave, "Merlin, I'm clumsy. Tis a wonder I didn't hex my foot off."
Percy recognised the words the woman used and turned his head in her direction. She was in Muggle attire, standing in the doorway of his room. Hope glimmered in his eyes, but he hesitated when he called out, "Excuse me. Pardon me. Miss?"
Just as Hannah had stepped into the corridor she heard man call out. A hint of recognition played at the edges of her mind as she turned to face him. "It is you," she said in awe a hand placed over her mouth as she walked toward the bed. "How'd you get here?" she asked in curiosity once she'd made her way into the room, closing the door behind her least anyone outside hear their exchange. "You were listed among the dead."
The machine that Percy was attached to which monitored his heart rate beeped faster as he tried to sit up in desperation. "I don't know," he said, but in his mind there were more important questions to be answered. "The battle at Hogwarts? Who won?"
Hannah's breathing quickened as the heart monitor sped up. "Calm down," she insisted walking over and placing a hand on his shoulder hoping it would work. "If you want to talk about this you have to stay calm so you don't alert the nurses." She knew that if they saw his increased heart rate they'd run in to check on him. The last thing Hannah wanted was to be caught talking about the Ministry and having her own self-sent for a psychiatric evaluation.
Trying his best to obey her, he lied back down, taking deep and deliberate breathes, although his worried expression never left his face.
Once he had complied with her request Hannah pulled up a chair and took a seat. "He lost," she said. "The price was high, but he lost. Afterwards, the Ministry instituted a Registry which all those suspected or known to have been in His league are required to be listed." She didn't have all the answers herself, but some she knew. "Do you want to send a note to your family? I'll be happy to make sure it's delivered." She knew they'd have more answers for him than she did.
Percy remained stunned for some time, taking in her words. Finally, he rubbed his hands over his eyes as all the anxiety he'd been accumulating over the past several days washed over him in a release that nearly brought him to tears. The machine beat quicker despite himself. "Please, please do. How...how is my family?" He asked this question cautiously, somewhat afraid to hear the answer.
"I'm sorry," she replied, "I don’t know for sure about them all." It was the truth, as she didn't really have much information other than the twins and Ginny. "Last I heard Ginny was dating Oliver Wood and Fred and George are making a fortune off their store."
Looking around she saw a pad of paper and a pen on the rolling table. "What do you want to say to them?" she asked poised to write not sure whether he was up to the task himself.
At first Percy was at a loss for what to say, there was just so much his mind was becoming flustered. Finally, he answered, "Ah. Tell them where I am. That I'm alive, obviously, and well. Except for being plugged into this Muggle eleckeltric machinery. To please come and get me." He rubbed his eyes again and slid his glasses upon his face. "As soon as possible. Please." He didn't want to sound like begging, but essentially, he was. "Thank you. Thank you so much. I don't even know your name."
Hannah looked at him with a twinge of sadness. "Hannah Abbott and I'm afraid it doesn't work that way. The doctors here at Stirling are not going to let you out of here just because your family shows up. First, they'd want to know how you contacted them. Then they're going to make you wait until they think you're well." She wasn't trying to crush his hopes, just inform him of the reality of the situation. "And it's electric," she chuckled.
"Miss Hannah Abbott,” Percy replied in an offended tone. "I am not a Muggle." As if this wasn't enough, he added. "I am also an employee in the offices of the Minister of Magic. I do not need to go through the same channels as Muggles do." He wanted to be out of these unfamiliar surroundings as soon as possible, and wasn’t going to tolerate having to wait any longer.
"Mr. Percy Weasley," Hannah retorted. "Neither am I. However, this is where you have landed and if you want your family contacted I'd advise you to watch your tone with the only one around here who has a mind to help you." She could go on about how he was no longer an employee of the Ministry since by all kept records he was dead. In fact, she sincerely doubted he was of such importance that the Ministry would come to his rescue. After all, if he was as important as he seemed to think he was wouldn't they have worked to find his body before declaring him deceased?
With his lips pursed in a thin line, Percy frowned. He himself was used to Ministry protocol, which was not above Obliviating Muggles to keep them from knowing about the existence of the Wizarding World. When he answered her, it was in a crisp voice. "I will be better recovering at St. Mungo's than at this hospital and their methods." He had wished to say 'dubious methods', but it was evident to him that she was the sort that would take offence at this. "If you will kindly owl my family, they will agree that I should be transferred out of here."
Hannah was about to respond when the door opened and a nurse walked in. "Time for your sponge bath, Mr. Weasley," said the woman who looked as if she could have been related to that dreadful Umbridge woman that had taught Dark Arts during Hannah's fifth year. The nurse stopped short when she saw Hannah. "Oh, I'm sorry I didn't realize he had company," she beamed.
"I was just leaving," Hannah gave Percy a nod before exiting the room.
"She's a pretty one," the nurse cooed after the girl had left as she reached to pull the blankets back.
Percy watched the young witch leave. Her news brought him encouragement. He would give her three days. If his family didn't contact him in that time, he would know that she was heartless enough to not deliver his message and he would unplug himself from these damnable contraptions to escape on his own. "Very pretty, yes," he agreed, barely acknowledging the nurse, his mind focused on other matters.
Time: 6:25 pm
Location: Stirling Royal Infirmary, Stirling
Characters Involved: Hannah Abbott; Eliza and doctors(NPC); Percy Weasley
Rating: PG
Complete
Hannah wasn't in the best of moods: she'd gone to Stirling to visit Ms. Tabbi and had been there for about an hour or so already, since she had told Eliza she should go home and wash up. Hannah hadn't the luxury of sitting with her mother during a time of trial, but she could definitely empathize with how taxing it must be to keep vigil with a sick parent.
When Eliza returned, Ms. Tabbi was sound asleep in her bed. Hannah met her friend out in the corridor. "You know, you didn't have to wait until things were on the down slide to call me," she chided her friend.
"I know," Eliza sighed, "I just didn't know how to handle it when your mum died."
Placing a hand on Hannah's shoulder she added, "I'm glad you came though."
Hannah pulled her friend into a hug. "So am I. But it's getting late. I'll see you tomorrow." She then turned and headed toward the lift. When a door opened she entered without paying much attention to the direction it was headed. She wanted to go down, but the elevator was still on its way up. At the next stop a couple of doctors got on, their conversation vividly concentrated on a peculiar patient.
"...state of shock,” one doctor was saying to the other, concentrating his attention on the clipboard in front of him, jotting down a note. "He started talking utter nonsense. Something about a war against a dark lord and a Ministry of Magic. Like a fantasy novel. He's calmed down now, but we still have him under observation."
"Hm," his colleague nodded his head and pressed the button on the panel to get off at the next floor below. "Has he given his name? Somebody we could contact?"
The first doctor flipped back a sheet on his clipboard and read off it as the door to the lift closed and took them down. "Room 408. Urm....'Percy Weasley'. We've run a check on it, but nobody with that name's come up missing. Could very well be another delusion? Something might have addled his brain when he came out of the coma. We're running some more tests on him tomorrow. Are you going out to lunch now?"
"Yeah. Thinking about that new deli on the corner..." The pair of doctors left the lift when the doors closed to continue on with their business.
Hannah wasn't one to pay attention to the conversations of others, but when the doctor mentioned the Ministry she couldn't help but key in to their conversation. Had she heard correctly? Did they say that Percy Weasley was actually in this hospital? How could that be, based on the papers she'd reviewed he'd been listed among the dead at the final battle for Hogwarts?
Curiosity got the best of her and before the doors closed Hannah quickly hit the button for the fourth floor. She wasn't sure what she would do when she found her way there, but she had to see if what the doctors had spoken of was true. After all, if it had been one of her family members she'd have wanted to know. Exiting when the doors opened once again she found herself walking onto a floor where the nurses station was vacant for the moment. She breathed a sigh of relief at not having to speak with anyone especially since the one doctor had said they knew of no family which meant her arrival to visit him would be suspect.
Slowly she made her way down a nearby hall that according to the sign housed room 408. Upon approaching the door she noted that the nameplate had read ‘Doe, John’ and was now haphazardly crossed out and replaced by the words ‘Weasley, Percy’. Now that she was here she didn't know whether to knock or simply try and peek in.
Percy was lying in the hospital bed. The doctors had checked his eyes when he had told them he needed glasses, and they were able to give him a temporary pair of so at least he could see, but for now the only thing in his room to look at was the television, which hung suspended in the corner of the ceiling. He supposed it was an interesting way to learn about Muggle culture. His father would probably love it. If his father was still alive, that is. He didn't know. He didn't know anything about the status of anybody in his family. Or the Wizarding World. For all he knew, the war was still going on. However, there was nothing being reported in the Muggle newspapers that might suggest something extraordinary happening, which was usually an indication of a Wizarding happening, which was being covered up by the Ministry of Magic.
Percy sighed and turned his attention to look out the window. He had to get out of this place, but these Muggle healers had connected him to these rather disturbing mechanisms, which he knew nothing about. If he tried to unplug himself, would he be harmed in some way? He wasn't desperate enough to take that chance. Besides, he was still feeling rather weak, and so for the time being, he would rest and wait. And worry.
Hannah hadn't quite made her mind up as to what she was going to do when a nurse rushed by practically knocking her into Weasley's room. Stumbling and using the door to hold herself up Hannah knew she'd made quite a racket. "Sorry," she apologized as she looked in the direction of the bed not quite able to tell if the man in the bed was indeed the Percy Weasley that had been head boy during her third year at Hogwarts.
Then again, the fact that the television was actually on made her doubt that it was the same. After all, the Weasley's were a pureblood family and would more than likely have no interest in things pertaining specifically to Muggles. Still, the doctors had mentioned things that Muggles weren't to know about.
She paused a few moments before turning to leave perhaps he'd notice her and speak first. Then again, it wasn't likely that he'd care to speak with just anyone. Just in case it really was him she muttered to herself as she turned to leave, "Merlin, I'm clumsy. Tis a wonder I didn't hex my foot off."
Percy recognised the words the woman used and turned his head in her direction. She was in Muggle attire, standing in the doorway of his room. Hope glimmered in his eyes, but he hesitated when he called out, "Excuse me. Pardon me. Miss?"
Just as Hannah had stepped into the corridor she heard man call out. A hint of recognition played at the edges of her mind as she turned to face him. "It is you," she said in awe a hand placed over her mouth as she walked toward the bed. "How'd you get here?" she asked in curiosity once she'd made her way into the room, closing the door behind her least anyone outside hear their exchange. "You were listed among the dead."
The machine that Percy was attached to which monitored his heart rate beeped faster as he tried to sit up in desperation. "I don't know," he said, but in his mind there were more important questions to be answered. "The battle at Hogwarts? Who won?"
Hannah's breathing quickened as the heart monitor sped up. "Calm down," she insisted walking over and placing a hand on his shoulder hoping it would work. "If you want to talk about this you have to stay calm so you don't alert the nurses." She knew that if they saw his increased heart rate they'd run in to check on him. The last thing Hannah wanted was to be caught talking about the Ministry and having her own self-sent for a psychiatric evaluation.
Trying his best to obey her, he lied back down, taking deep and deliberate breathes, although his worried expression never left his face.
Once he had complied with her request Hannah pulled up a chair and took a seat. "He lost," she said. "The price was high, but he lost. Afterwards, the Ministry instituted a Registry which all those suspected or known to have been in His league are required to be listed." She didn't have all the answers herself, but some she knew. "Do you want to send a note to your family? I'll be happy to make sure it's delivered." She knew they'd have more answers for him than she did.
Percy remained stunned for some time, taking in her words. Finally, he rubbed his hands over his eyes as all the anxiety he'd been accumulating over the past several days washed over him in a release that nearly brought him to tears. The machine beat quicker despite himself. "Please, please do. How...how is my family?" He asked this question cautiously, somewhat afraid to hear the answer.
"I'm sorry," she replied, "I don’t know for sure about them all." It was the truth, as she didn't really have much information other than the twins and Ginny. "Last I heard Ginny was dating Oliver Wood and Fred and George are making a fortune off their store."
Looking around she saw a pad of paper and a pen on the rolling table. "What do you want to say to them?" she asked poised to write not sure whether he was up to the task himself.
At first Percy was at a loss for what to say, there was just so much his mind was becoming flustered. Finally, he answered, "Ah. Tell them where I am. That I'm alive, obviously, and well. Except for being plugged into this Muggle eleckeltric machinery. To please come and get me." He rubbed his eyes again and slid his glasses upon his face. "As soon as possible. Please." He didn't want to sound like begging, but essentially, he was. "Thank you. Thank you so much. I don't even know your name."
Hannah looked at him with a twinge of sadness. "Hannah Abbott and I'm afraid it doesn't work that way. The doctors here at Stirling are not going to let you out of here just because your family shows up. First, they'd want to know how you contacted them. Then they're going to make you wait until they think you're well." She wasn't trying to crush his hopes, just inform him of the reality of the situation. "And it's electric," she chuckled.
"Miss Hannah Abbott,” Percy replied in an offended tone. "I am not a Muggle." As if this wasn't enough, he added. "I am also an employee in the offices of the Minister of Magic. I do not need to go through the same channels as Muggles do." He wanted to be out of these unfamiliar surroundings as soon as possible, and wasn’t going to tolerate having to wait any longer.
"Mr. Percy Weasley," Hannah retorted. "Neither am I. However, this is where you have landed and if you want your family contacted I'd advise you to watch your tone with the only one around here who has a mind to help you." She could go on about how he was no longer an employee of the Ministry since by all kept records he was dead. In fact, she sincerely doubted he was of such importance that the Ministry would come to his rescue. After all, if he was as important as he seemed to think he was wouldn't they have worked to find his body before declaring him deceased?
With his lips pursed in a thin line, Percy frowned. He himself was used to Ministry protocol, which was not above Obliviating Muggles to keep them from knowing about the existence of the Wizarding World. When he answered her, it was in a crisp voice. "I will be better recovering at St. Mungo's than at this hospital and their methods." He had wished to say 'dubious methods', but it was evident to him that she was the sort that would take offence at this. "If you will kindly owl my family, they will agree that I should be transferred out of here."
Hannah was about to respond when the door opened and a nurse walked in. "Time for your sponge bath, Mr. Weasley," said the woman who looked as if she could have been related to that dreadful Umbridge woman that had taught Dark Arts during Hannah's fifth year. The nurse stopped short when she saw Hannah. "Oh, I'm sorry I didn't realize he had company," she beamed.
"I was just leaving," Hannah gave Percy a nod before exiting the room.
"She's a pretty one," the nurse cooed after the girl had left as she reached to pull the blankets back.
Percy watched the young witch leave. Her news brought him encouragement. He would give her three days. If his family didn't contact him in that time, he would know that she was heartless enough to not deliver his message and he would unplug himself from these damnable contraptions to escape on his own. "Very pretty, yes," he agreed, barely acknowledging the nurse, his mind focused on other matters.