Songbird ; Fred Weasley

Ninety-five

Daniel stood up and greeted me in a hug, and I squeezed the life out of him before he moved on to hug Harvey.

"Hey mate." Harvey smiled at him, patting his cheek before the three of us took a seat in the common room of the psychiatric hospital Daniel was admitted to. "How're you doing?"

Daniel avoided our gazes, playing with the string on his hoodie, and I frowned, because I thought he wasn't allowed something like that.

He noticed the way I looked, and he let go of it, shrugging.

"Earned it back." He muttered. "It's not long enough, or strong enough if I decide to hang myself so..."

He gave another careless shrug, looking away.

"You look tired." I commented. "Did they put you on new medication?"

The last time they changed his meds, he was so tired he looked like he could fall asleep at any moment.

While here, he had been diagnosed with Complex PTSD, anxiety and depression. They've tried with so many different kind of medications, but they have a hard time finding out what helps.

"I dunno." Daniel shrugged. "Doesn't matter."

Harvey and I exchanged a glance, but Daniel saw.

"What?" He asked, his tone sharp. "What was that look?"

"We're just worried about you, Danny." Harvey used the nickname he always used when we were kids.

"You don't know me." Daniel stated, staring right at Harvey. "We've been apart for way longer than we've been together. You have no idea who I am. I have no idea who you are, so stop acting like you worry, because how can you worry about someone you don't even know?!"

His voice raised, earning the attention of one of the psychiatrists who then approached the living area where we sat.

"Daniel?" She asked sweetly, taking a seat next to him while he was staring angrily at Harvey. "What's happening right now?"

He didn't look at her, and he didn't answer, but his jaw was clenching and his fists closed tightly around the arms of his chair, his knuckles turning white.

"Nothing." He gritted out, but he seemed to angry at this moment that it wouldn't surprise me if he started throwing things at any moment, or wrap his hands around Harvey's throat.

"We talked about this in therapy, didn't we?" The woman asked him before glancing at Harvey and I. "Have you told your brother and sister about your new diagnoses?"

Diagnoses?

As in plural?

Daniel looked down at the table and shook his head slowly.

"Why not?"

Daniel let out a laugh full of anger.

"Alright, I see that you're upset right now." She said softly. "Go take a moment to gather yourself. Get some fresh air. Is it alright if I talk to your brother and sister?"

He gave one stiff nod, then stood up roughly, causing his chair to tip over and clash on the floor.

He walked off towards a set of doors leading to a small garden.

"Hi." The psychiatrist smiled at us. "I'm Dr Thomas. I'm the physician overlooking your brothers care. Which ones are you again? I'm sorry, but it's not often we have a patient with such a big family."

I couldn't help but chuckle.

"I'm Mavis. That's Harvey." I pointed my thumb at Harvey. "Daniel's twin brother."