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•Part twenty

"I can't stop thinking about you. That night when we played truth or dare, I can't stop thinking about you." Fred looked into your eyes.

"Fred-" you started to say but felt a finger touch your lips, making your mouth shut.

"I'm not done. It's like you have drugged me, your messing with my head, Emily Anderson." Fred shook his head. "Your eyes, your lips, that small scar near your eye brow, your red hair.. it's the only thing I can think about."

You were speechless, you didn't know Fred felt this way about you still and you would have known what to do or say if you had some sort of notice.

You finally thought of something to say, but someone came running into the dorm room before you opened your mouth. Lee, George and Anthony were talking then pointed towards the bathroom, where you and Fred were standing.

Theo had tears on his face and blood on his hands, it immediately made you step towards him and grab his hands.

"It's not mine." Theo cried. "She fainted, I-I don't know what to do. Emily, she's bleeding everywhere."

These few words were enough for you to run out of the dorm with Theo, following after him as he led you to the bleeding person.

Jamie-Leigh was laying on the couch in the common room, blood all over her stomach that was bleeding through the white t-shirt she was wearing. It looked like she was struggling to breathe and her eyes had shut.

"Jamie, open your eyes!" Theo sobbed and sat by Jamie, putting her head on his lap and his fingers on her wrist to check for a pulse.

You didn't know what to do. Theodore was screaming at you to either do something or get someone who can help her better than you could. Faces were watching you three in the common room, but ignoring it and not even bothering to help the slightest bit.

"Fucking hell, what's happened here?" Christopher walked into the common room and towards the three of you. "Holy shit, that is a lot of blood. Gross."

"Get Ant and Fred." You told Chris and knelt down on the floor, applying pressure on her stomach. "Now!"

Chris ran off towards the boys dorms and shortly came back with Anthony, Fred, George and Lee following him.

"I'll go get a nurse from the hospital wing." Chris said.

"I'll go with him and get as much help as we need." Lee said and the two left the common room.

"What can I do?" George asked and knelt down with you to help pit even more pressure on Jamie's bleeding stomach.

"Go get Mcgonagall to contact my father." You said and watched as he nodded his head and left with blood all over his hands.

•••

Jamie was in a hospital wing but nobody was allowed to stay in there with her, nobody was able to even see her or check that she would be alright. No one had heard a thing about the situation.

It had been a day since it happened, and you hadn't slept at all. Fred hadn't left your side in case something bad happens, Theo hadn't left his room and neither had you.

You didn't do anything, you didn't even wash your hands after the incident because you didn't have the mental energy to after seeing your sister in that state. Fred had tried to clean your bloody hands with tissues and wipes, but it didn't work.

Fred was talking to George outside of your dorm room with the door shut, then he came back inside and shut the door after him.

"Get up." He said as you continued to stare at a specific spot on the wall in front of you. "Emily, I said get up."

"No." You said with no expression at all.

Fred just sighed and walked into the bathroom and turned the bath tap on. Water started running and splashing into the bath and you heard Fred getting shampoo, a sponge and body wash out of the cupboard.

You heard him rummaging around in a cupboard to try and find something, then he did and closed the cupboard doors. He then walked outside of the bathroom again, empty handed, and stood in front of you.

"Do you think you can walk?" He asked and you shrugged. "Come on then, let's try."

There was nothing wrong with your legs, you just didn't know if you could mentally do it knowing your sister probably can't walk in the hospital wing.

You got up by yourself and Fred helped you into the bathroom, him knowing your legs could go weak and you could break down at any moment. You put the toilet seat down and sat on that, taking your shirt off whilst Fred took your socks and jogging bottoms off.

You were left in only your underwear. When you went to take them off, Fred looked away so you could have some privacy. Once you were fully naked, you got into the warm tub and Fred moved his hands away from his eyes, sitting on the edge of the bath tub.

You pulled your knees up to your chest, your arms resting either side of them for comfort and to also cover your body from Fred. You weren't sure if you were ready to show him your boys yet, not now at least.

Using a jug, he poured water carefully over your back and grabbed a sponge, wet it and put some body wash on it.

"I can do that myself." You said.

"It's fine, I don't mind doing it." Fred said and started to slowly rub the sponge along your shoulders and your upper back.

It was nice, you liked it and how Fred offered to help you.

"How are you feeling?" He asked in a quiet voice.

"I don't know. Numb. Like I'm going to loose my baby sister soon, I don't know how to feel." You admitted.

"Talk to me a bit more about it." He told you.

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