Waking up | By : Pegasus Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female Views: 2782 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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Chapter 14
She spent the rest of the day drifting in and out of sleep and he spent it trying to be as inconspicuous as possible. In the evening she was awake for a full hour and Healer Granger came to see whether the restoration potion had done it’s job. Sophie was looking quite perplexed at the little wooden stick that suddenly made a coloured glow appear in various areas of her body. She was about to ask what this was and what all the colours meant but one look at Sam’s face reminded her of her promise and she shut her mouth again. He stood behind the woman with the strange white, loosely fitted garments that she could only describe as robes. She could think of no better word. They looked almost medieval in style, with silver embroideries on the hems. The woman turned to Sam and spoke.
“Looks like we’ve managed to get them all. And the tissue restoration seems to have worked well too. We will keep her here another night and see how she is doing in the morning.”
Turning to Sophie she said:
“Are you in a lot of pain?”
“If I don’t move too much I don’t feel any pain at all, I just feel … I don’t know… It’s like I’m sore on the inside somehow.”
“That’s excellent. If it stays like this I would like to try and let you sleep without a sedative tonight. See how you are getting through the night. If, however you feel so uncomfortable that you can’t sleep, then you should call the nurse and let her give you something. You must understand that the best healer of your body is sleep and more sleep. So no point in trying to be heroic here.”
“No worries, I’m not known for being a maertyrer.”
The healer said her goodnight and left them alone again.
“I know I promised not to ask, but can I just say I’m fascinated.”
“Noted”
Returning his dry witted answer with a smile, she turned and closed her eyes. The night was more restful by far then the previous ones had been. The only disturbance was the night nurse that came in regular intervals to check her vital signs. She always found the patient sleeping while her husband would be startled out of sleep with a rather severe reaction and point his wand in her direction. She had repeatedly told him to put his wand down and was becoming more and more weary to go into this patient's room at all. Towards the morning she didn’t show up again.
When they had been given a light breakfast healer Granger came in with a group of young people in tow.
“Good morning Mr. and Mrs Ashworth. These is this year’s healers trainee group. Would you mind if I talk them through your case?”
Before Sam could answer, Sophie had already consented, hopping she would get a chance to understand more of what was going on. But the explanations Healer Granger was giving were not enlightening at all.
“And after the restoration is complete, the patient can then be released again. Who would like to perform the final examination?”
“No, no way!”
Sam had risen out of his chair as if bitten by a tarantula.
“Excuse me?”
Granger turned to him in bewilderment. He had to reign himself in again and remind himself to alter his voice before he continued.
“I will not have these trainees perform any examination on my wife.”
Sophie felt she had to interject here.
“But Sam, all good doctors have to start somewhere, they are not born knowing how to perform open heart surgery.”
That earned her a lot of strange looks from all around. Granger looked at Sam and then back at her as if she had just understood something.
“Ah… no, ahh… that’s not a problem at all really. We have plenty of other patients they can practise on, don't you worry yourself. Mr. Ashworth, a word if you please? Cedric, you can take the group to patient room six now. Thank you for your attention everybody.”
The group went outside and Granger followed them with Sam in tow. When The youngsters had disappeared in the other room down the corridor, she spoke.
“She has no idea, has she?”
“No”. It was a short answer but his expression told her it was troubling him.
“Well, don’t you think…”
“No, Miss Granger, I do not. And I would like you to keep your busy nose out of my business.”
He looked straight at her and the sternness of his words were reflected in his expression. There was definitely something about him that seemed so familiar and well-known. It was like dreaming and the waking up. You cannot recall the dream, only the feeling of it.
“Tell me, are you sure we’ve never met? I could swear I know you somehow.”
The feeling was so strong that she even forgot the insulting words he had just said to her. At her question he recoiled visibly and turned half away from her.
“I can assure you, I would have remembered if I had met the famous friend of Harry Potter before.”
Compliments usually worked and helped to divert people, but Granger was not so easily impressed and he should have known that. Her suspicion was aroused, he could see it in the doubtful eyebrows and searching look she gave him.
“I could swear I know you somehow.”
She walked round him and returned into Sophie's room.
There she performed the final check and signed the release forms.
“Right, Mrs. Ashworth. You can leave us today but please be advised to take it slow for the next couple of weeks. Your body will need time to fully recover and you should give it plenty of that. Listen to it, it will let you know exactly what is needed. Sleep when you feel tired, no matter what hat time of day it is. Sleep is the best healer. Try and eat healthy and nutritious food, don’t overexert yourself but do try to move some. I suggest light walks. Should any problem arise please come straight here again. Do not see any other doctor. OK?”
“So, does this actually mean I’m healed now or is it just postponed?”
She had to smile at the disbelieve in her patient’s face.
“You are completely healed and I don’t expect any complications.”
“You mean I’m really going to live?”
“Yes, you are. There is no reason why you should not reach a very old age.”
Sophie couldn’t believe her luck. She looked between Sam and the healer and felt the tears come to her eyes.
“I can’t believe it. Are you really sure? I can’t….” and the tears finally started to flow freely as she tried to sit up to hug the healer.
“You saved my life. Thank you so very much.”
“You are very welcome.”
This was the part Hermione loved most about her job and she allowed herself to bath in the happiness that radiated from her patient for a moment. Even the mysterious Mr. Ashworth smiled broadly.
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