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Snape's Story	By : tbird1965 Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 33390 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 9
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Hermione stepped into the brightly lit room, her breath caught in throat. Despite growing up muggle, she had very little experience with muggle hospitals. She could only remember visiting one once; when one her parent's colleagues had broken her leg and had to have surgery. That cheerful room, filled with flowers and Get Well Cards had done nothing to prepare her the stark reality of the Intensive Care Unit. Her brain struggled to process everything she was seeing and hearing. Severus lay, still and pale in the bed. His raven hair appeared even blacker against the stark white pillow cases, the lower portion of his face was covered by a plastic mask. Hermione watched as his chest rose and fell in tempo with the loud hiss emanating from the machine positioned next to his bed. Another machine issued rhythmic electronic beeps.

"What are those?" She whispered pointing to the strange contraptions.

"Heart monitor and respirator." The consultant said. "The amount of alcohol in his system has depressed his central nervous system and his respiration, so he's unable to breathe on his own. We have him intubated and the respirator is breathing for him. We had some trouble getting the tube inserted, he has some old scar tissue on his esophagus and throat. Do you know what caused that?"

"What?" Hermione struggled to pull her eyes away from the terrifying sight before her and focus on what the man was saying.

"The damage to his throat and esophagus. Do you know what caused that?"

"Oh." She mumbled. 'A giant poisonous snake controlled by an evil Wizard almost killed him while he was fighting to save the Magical World'. She thought wildly. "He was attacked by a dog when he was younger." She improvised, her voice barely audible.

"Mmmmm. It did significant damage." The man grunted, opening a file and making a quick note. "We've flushed out his stomach and we're administering fluids. We're hoping that with the alcohol out of his system, he should snap out of it within the next few hours. We won't know until he wakes up what permanent damage has been done."

"Permanent damage?" Hermione asked, her face pale and frightened.

"He had several seizures. There's just no way to tell if his brain's been affected."

"May I?" She motioned weakly towards the bed, tears streaming down her face.

"Of course." His voice softened sympathetically. "There's a chair you can use and here is the call button to the nurses station." He lifted a plastic device and held it up for her. "Press this button if his condition changes or he wakes up. There are no visiting restrictions in the ICU, so feel free to stay as long as you like."

"Thank you." She whispered, her eyes riveted on the man in the bed.

She waited until the consultant had left, closing the door behind him, before she tiptoed to the bed. "Oh Severus. What have you done." She whispered softly, reaching out to run her hand gently down the curve of his skull. Her eyes darted over his still body, noting the tubes running from his arms to bags filled with fluid hanging from a silver pole. She realized suddenly that the muggle hospital gown left most of his arm bare, the sleeves stopping just below his shoulders. She'd never seen that much of his bare arms before, the gowns at St. Mungo's were far more modest, reaching almost to the elbows. She was surprised by the muscle definition on his upper arms and biceps. The black hair on his forearms stood out in stark relief against his pale skin. Turning around she pulled the chair as close to the side of the bed as she could. Lowering herself into it, she reached out and pulled her hand back several times before finally settling it on top of his limp hand.

Blackness surrounds him. His limbs feel heavy. A great weight seems to have settled on his chest and he struggles to draw a breath. There's a hissing noise, almost as if some great beast is lurking, hidden in the darkness. 'Should he feel frightened?' He doesn't know. He only knows that each movement is an effort. Suddenly a figure steps out of the darkness. It is the Dark Lord, his breathing a ragged hiss; in, out, in, out. He hears a voice begging, pleading and is surprised to recognize it as his own deep baritone.

"Let me find the boy. Let me bring him to you."

'Why is he begging?' He wonders. 'Does it really matter?' Has he not come to terms with his inevitable fate? Perhaps death will bring him the welcome relief he so desperately craves. No more pain, no more loneliness, no more heartache; only peace.

He watches as the huge snake lunges at him, her teeth long and sharp, dripping with deadly venom. There's a dull pain in his throat, but it doesn't hurt as much as he feared, more of a burning, heavy feeling. He tries to draw a breath and discovers he can't.

"Severus." A female voice calls out his name. Soft hands caress his cheeks and his hair, a warm peaceful feeling washes over him.

"No Professor. Don't! Open your eyes." The voice sounds frightened.

'Why? I don't want to open my eyes.' He thinks. 'This is nice. I can't feel anything like this.'

"Professor!" The voice calls again. Fingers pry open his lips and his mouth fills with a thick, oily fluid. The pain in his throat returns as he struggles to shallow. Bitter thick fluid slides down his throat, tasting like no potion he's familiar with, salty and viscous. He chokes and tries to swallow again.

'Go away. Leave me alone.' He tries to lash out with his arms, but he can't move.

"Severus." The sweet voice is back, calling his name. Soft hands stroke his face while tender lips press against his cheek. He can feel warmth, like sunlight, on his face and arms. Opening his eyes, he blinks against the brightness. Looking around himself, he sees he is naked, lying in a lush green field; a field unlike any he's ever seen in his life. Soft hands and lips caress his bare skin. Looking down he sees blonde hair.

"Mary." He whispers, reaching down to stroke her head. As he touches her, the hair turns flaming red, green eyes peer up at him. "Lily." He chokes, as she crawls up his body, her breasts brushing against his chest and then he's kissing her. Kissing her like he's never kissed her before, his tongue tangles passionately with hers as his fingers delve into her long red hair. She pulls away and he struggles to hold on. "No please don't go." He closes his eyes as they fill with hot, burning tears.

"Professor." The sweet voice tickles his ear. Warm lips kiss across his cheeks and jawline. "Professor, open your eyes, look at me." Tender nibbles on his neck send shivers down his spine.

"No." He whispered. "I don't want to look, I don't want to see." But his eyes open anyway. He moans as he stares up into caramel colored eyes, his fingers lost in a tangle of thick chestnut hair. "I can't be here like this with you. Naked with you. It's wrong..." Lips press to his, a sweet tongue rubbing against his, kissing, teasing. 'Maybe just one kiss.' He tells himself. 'Surely one kiss can't be that bad when it feels this good?" Groaning he buries his hands in her thick curls, his tongue dances with hers and hands glide, touch, explore, flesh against flesh. His sweet insufferable, know it all. An arm waves in the air, her face desperate and eager for his attention. Brilliant, beautiful, tormenting, tempting. His perfect little student...

'No.' His mind screams. His eyes snap open and he is staring up at a stark white ceiling. His head aches. The hissing breathing of the Dark Lord has returned and he reaches for his wand, but there's nothing there. His wand hand refuses to move, lying heavy on the bed next to him. Flexing the fingers on his left hand, he struggles to lift his arm, his hand falls heavily and his fingers feel soft, short hair, as soft against his palm as he imagined it would be. The weight on his chest is back and his throat burns like fire. Something is covering his face, filling his mouth and throat.. Struggling again, he lifts his hand and tries to free his face from the obstruction. Soft fingers wrap around his wrist and her face fills his line of sight.

"Don't Professor." She says firmly. "You need to hold still." Tears fill her eyes as she stares down at him.

'She's crying because we were naked together. Touching, feeling, kissing.' But it was only a dream, he realizes, a dream like so many others. A strange muggle woman swims into view.

"Welcome back." She smiles cheerfully. "You had us worried for a moment."

Hermione watched with a mixture of relief and horror as his hands come up to grab at the mask again.

"No." The nurse grabbed his hands easily in one of hers. "Hold still and I'll get this off you." She bends over and Hermione can hear the mechanical whine as the bed raises, lifting him into a reclining position. Working quickly, she removes the mask, leaving just the tube sticking out of his mouth. " Are you with me Severus? I'm going to help you lean forward. On the count of three, cough and I'll pull the tube out." Pressing her hand against his back, she pushes him forward. "One, two, three, now cough." He retches as she pulls the tube from his throat, she presses a tissue into his hands as he chokes and coughs. "How are you feeling?" She asked as she gently lowers him back onto the pillows.

"Water." He croaks, his voice weak and raspy.

Grabbing a pitcher, she fills a small plastic cup with water. Placing a bendable straw in to it she motions to Hermione. "Only a little while I go find his consultant. Small sips, his stomach's going to be a bit tender at first."

Hermione nodded and took the cup from her outstretched hands. She stepped up to the bed and held the straw to his lips. His black eyes stared up at her, unreadable, as he took the straw into his mouth and drank gratefully. She glanced over her shoulder and watched as the door swung closed, leaving them alone. Setting the cup aside she quickly grabbed her beaded bag. Pulling out her wand, she tapped the side of the bag and sighed gratefully as two potion bottles soured into her hand.

"Here drink this." She said, lifting his head and holding the bottle to his lips. He could taste the familiar hangover potion as it slid down his throat. "And this, but not too much, it's a healing potion. I don't want them to get suspicious." He nodded and took a small sip before collapsing back onto the pillows. "How are you feeling?" She asked, tucking the bottles back into her bag and offering him another sip of water.

"Like shit." He rasped, taking another small drink. "Thanks for asking."

Hermione stepped back as the Consultant bustled into the room. He flashed a small light into Severus' eyes and made a quick note on the chart. Removing a stethoscope from around his neck, Hermione flushed pink at the casual way he unfastened the hospital gown and lowered it, exposing Professor Snape's bare chest. She glanced away, but not before she caught sight of a toned, scarred chest, a smattering of black hair between his nipples. Her heart thudded in her chest as she remembered waking up with her head resting on the side of his bed, his large hand stroking her hair. The voice of the consultant pulls her attention back to the figure in the bed.

"What's your name?"

"Severus Tobias Snape."

"Mmm hmm." He made a quick note on the chart. "And your birthday Severus?"

"January 9, 1960."

"Very good." He held his hand up. "How many fingers do you see?"

"Two."

"Excellent and do you know what day it is?"

Severus frowned and shook his head, his eyes drooping weakly.

"That's okay." The Consultant wrote quickly. "Were you trying to kill yourself Severus?" He asks, without looking up from the chart.

Hermione watched as Snape's eyes widened and then grew tired again. "No." He breathed out in a quiet sigh.

"Alright. I'm going to have a quick chat with Dr. Granger and then we're going to let you get some sleep. In the morning we're going to run you through a quick course of dialysis, to take some of the strain off your kidney's and liver and then you should be able to go home. I don't want to see you back here again." He flipped the chart closed with a snap. Smiling weakly she followed him out into the hall.

"I'm not going to mince words with you. Normally when someone comes here in this type of condition, protocol mandates we refer then to Psychiatry for an evaluation. Because you are here and you are his Doctor, treating him for alcoholism, I'm going to ignore protocol this one time. However," He paused, letting his words sink in, "if I see him back here again, I will personally escort him for a mandatory 48 hour Psych evaluation."

"Yes Sir." She whispered, lowering her eyes to the floor, feeling suddenly very young and incompetent.

"Well I'll let you get back to him, I know you're worried." He said, his voice kinder now. "He should try to get as much sleep as he can."

"Thank you." She muttered, turning around to re enter the room. Without the steady hiss of the respirator the room was much quieter. The nurse dimmed the lights and slipped out, leaving Hermione and Severus alone. She tiptoed hesitantly towards the bed.

"Do you always dress so formally when you visit muggle Hospitals?" He asked, his eyes raking up and down her body. "Or is this just for me?"

"I was at the Ministry Ball."

"Oh. Please extend my apologies to Mr. Weasley." He signed, closing his eyes wearily. "You didn't have to come."

"Yes I did." She whispered hoarsely, taking a few steps closer to the bed.

"How did I get here? Who called you?" He opened his eyes and watched her as she moved tentatively to his side.

"Your neighbor, Ms. Harvy, found you and called an Ambulance. They found my card in your wallet. Evidently you were fighting Lord Voldemort and all the Deatheaters in your back garden with a stick. Do you remember anything?"

"Not really." He shook his head.

She had reached the side of his bed. Her face look tired and frightened. "What were you trying to do Severus? Were you trying to hurt yourself?'

"I wasn't trying to do anything." His eyes lowered, he looked exhausted. "I just didn't want to think anymore." He whispered softly.

"About Lily?"

"About anything."

"You should get some sleep." She said, nodding her head.

"Go home." He said. "I've taken up enough of your free time." He interrupted her when she started to argue. "Go home. You don't need to watch me sleep."

"But you'll be here alone."

"And I'll be fine. I'm a grown man. Go. Home." There was a finality in his voice.

"Fine." She sighed. "I'll be back tomorrow morning before you're released to take you home."

He looked like he was going to argue until she narrowed her eyes at him. "I'll be here." He smirked. "And Hermione?" She turned back her hand on the door. "You look very lovely this evening."

She smiled, her cheeks flushing crimson. "Would you like some more water before I go?"

"No." He shook his head. "Just let me sleep."

She nodded her head and left the room, closing the door behind her.
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