Songbird ; Fred Weasley

Eighty

I sighed, folding my legs as I sat on the hospital bed at St. Mungo's, waiting patiently for a healer to come and fix up the gash in my forehead.

Mum was with Daniel in another hospital room, and dad was with Eliza.

Spencer had refused to be looked over for injuries, so he went home, and I was sitting in this room with Reuben.

"You're bleeding through your bandage." Reuben said and approached me, studying it. "I would just love it if that fucking healer showed up now."

I sighed.

"It's probably a busy day." I shrugged.

"So? You've had that gash since yesterday and it's obviously not going to heal itself."

"Just calm down..." I pressed a hand to my head. "I have a headache."

"And probably a conclusion too!" He groaned, and I flinched because his loud voice went straight to my head, making it hurt even worse. "Shit... sorry."

He sent me an apologetic look.

"It's fine." I muttered.

The curtain that separated the room from the others were pulled aside, and my eyes flicked to Flynn who stood there, staring at me with wide eyes.

He held a clipboard in one hand, a pen in the other.

"You—" he glanced between Reuben and I. I watched as Flynn slowly took a step into the room and closed the curtain behind him.

He put the clipboard and pen on a nearby table, then ran his hands into his hair.

"Where have you been?! Who took you? Who— where's Spencer and Eliza? Does mum and dad know? Have you any idea how worried we've all been?"

"Flynn, take a deep breath." Reuben said, but Flynn rushed over to him, checking him for injuries, and then he rushed over to me.

"What the hell happened to you?" He was in a mind of pure panic as he noticed the bloody bandage on my forehead, the shape I was in.

"I will tell you." I said quietly. "If you lower your voice. I have a headache. I'll tell you while you fix me up."

Flynn scanned my face, concern filling his eyes.

"Okay... alright." He inhaled sharply, shaking his head for a moment. "One moment. I just need to step into healer mode and out of brother mode."

He walked back to the clipboard and scribbled a few things before returning to the bed where I sat.

"Sit back. Legs up." He told me, and I did, moving back to sit against the back of the bed that was elevated.

My legs laid out in front of me, and Flynn stepped up to me, snapping on a pair of gloves.

"Mind telling me what happened to you? The four of you disappeared on the same day, then Fred shows up and says you and him were attacked in Spencer's flat."

I shut my eyes as he started peeling off the bandage.

"Eric is what happened." I said quietly, and Flynn sighed.

"Yeah. That was one of our theories." He muttered, shaking his head.

"He—" I shut my eyes when pull started running down my face from the gash, and Flynn quickly grabbed some tissues, pressing it to the wound to stop the blood.

"How did this happen?"

"He..." I didn't even want to think about it. I was still shook up about it. The entire situation was surreal. "...I'm sorry. I can't."