American Teen-the Sequel

He's Trying

I was eating lunch with Katie when Brian sat down next to us. 

"Hey Brian" Katie said. Katie and Brian had been dating ever since I set them up on a date about a year ago and they hit it off. 

"Hey babe. Hi Margaret. How's my favorite patient?" Brian jokingly asked me. He's still my therapist even after all these years.

"I'm great." I smiled. 

"Well I heard from Katie that this week's session is going to be insane, so are you sure about that? Want to move it up?" He asked me. 

"Katie, why are you telling your boyfriend about my problems? I'm the one that's supposed to do that." I glared at her.

"I only told him you had problems, not what they were. And it's juicy, I can't help it!" Katie giggled as I rolled my eyes. Just then, Brian's boss came up to him and handed him a note and whispered in his ear. 

"Looks like I have a new patient." He examined the paper. "Hey Margaret, isn't George Weasley your boyfriend?" I grabbed the note out of his hand. All it said was George Weasley room 213 self -admitted. Level 3.

"Yeah-is he your patient?" I asked. Why is he at St. Mungo's? I haven't heard anything from Mrs. Weasley or Ginny about something happening. This can't be good. 

"You didn't know?" Brian asked, concerned. 

"No-I didn't." 

"It looks like we'll have a lot to talk about this week. If I don't hear it from George now." Brian walked off to go see my ex-fiancé. I was still staring at the note in my hand. 

"Why would George be at St. Mungo's as a patient?" Katie asked me, shocking me out of my trance.

"I don't know. I should probably contact Mrs. Weasley and ask if everything is all right. Like was he forced into this? Or did he just do this on his own? When do visiting hours end over there?" My thoughts were racing. I need to see him. 

"Margaret, do you really think it's a good idea to see him. It's only been a little more than 24 hours since all that happened." Katie argued with me. 

"Katie I need to see him. If only to explain everything. I have no idea what Molly told him. I have to go. I'll be back. I still have 30 minutes on my break." So I ran off to the mental wing and went to the visitor's section. 

"Hello, I'm here to see George Weasley." I told the front desk person. I didn't recognize her, which is weird because I knew most of the people at St. Mungo's.

"Sorry, he was just admitted so you'll have to wait until tomorrow to see him unless you have special permission. Can I have your name? I'll tell him you stopped by."

"Margaret Hughes."

"Thank you, I'll let him know. Visiting hours start tomorrow at 9." I walked away defeated. What happened within 24 hours to get him admitted to St. Mungo's? Did he try to break our promise? I couldn't focus for the rest of the day and ended up getting sent home before I could injure someone. I didn't sleep at all that night. I was too worried for George. 

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The next morning I sprinted to the mental wing when visiting hours opened. 

"Margaret Hughes here to see George Weasley." I huffed. I'm so out of shape. It's time to start working out more.

"Take the name tag. You must leave any of these items here." She pointed to a sign. "It's for safety. Sit down over there once you fill out this sheet and someone will call you back." I picked up the form and sat down in the waiting area. I shouldn't be here right now; I had work. But this was more important. I told Katie to cover for me, but I don't think she could explain my absence for an hour. 

Finally, I was called back. A random healer took me to his room. 

"George, Margaret is here to see you. Is that alright?" the healer asked before letting me in. George must have nodded his head because I was allowed in. The healer followed. 

"A little privacy?" I asked him.

"Sorry, but it's protocol that until we clear him a certain level a healer must in the room at all times." The healer replied.

I indicated my lime green robes. "I am a healer. I can handle it."

"Still, Miss. It's protocol." I rolled my eyes. I needed to get back to work and couldn't waste anymore time arguing with this newbie. 

"George, what are you doing here? Did something bad happen? Were you injured?" I scanned my eyes over his body looking for any injuries. He was just as pale as he usually was since he stopped eating. But I couldn't see any scars. 

"Everything's fine Margaret. I voluntarily came here. I-I realized that I messed up with you. I should've listened to you when you were telling me to get help. I mean, I didn't even realize when you left me! I was a mess, and I was ignoring your suffering. So when Ginny came to talk some sense into me, I decided I needed to come here so I can win you back. Because" he choked up then. I grabbed his hand and squeezed it. "Because I already lost Fred, Mags. I can't lose you too." I felt tears well up in my eyes. Curse emotions. I'm supposed to hate him. 

"Fuck you George Weasley. I mean it. But I'm here for you. It's okay. I'm happy you decided to get some help. I really am." I ran my hand along his face. This next part was going to hurt. "But...you can't just come back and help yourself and think that makes everything better. Because you hurt me too, George. The way you acted...it wasn't acceptable. I'm sorry. I want you to get better, and I want you back. But I don't know if I can have you back." I was full on sobbing now. I was so torn. I wanted to climb into this bed with him and make sure he'll be alright but I also wanted to smack him across the face and yell obscenities in his face. 

"I know, Margaret. I know. But someday I want to be able to call you my wife. Even if we have to start all over again. Even if it takes another five years for you to be able to love and trust me again. I will wait for you."

"Shit Weasley. Why do you have to make this so difficult?" I looked at my watch.  "I have to go to work now, so I can't stay any longer. I'll be back tomorrow." I kissed him lightly on the forehead and left the room. What am I supposed to do now?