Chaos Ensues - A Fred And George Weasley Story

St. Mungo's

When you awoke, bright fluorescent lights beamed down onto you. You couldn't keep your eyes open wide enough, and you blinked through the adjustment process.

Your throat was still sore, and your ribcage throbbed in pain. Glancing down, you saw half a dozen bruises dotting your arms.

"She's awake," one of the twins said.

"Go get the healer," ordered the other.

The first Weasley twin to speak up darted out of the room. The other moved to your side and clutched your hand. "I'm so sorry, darling. I'm sorry I let go of your hand. I didn't mean to."

"Geor-" was all you could manage. The pain in your neck intensified when you tried to speak.

"No, no. Don't speak. It's okay. I'm here. We're here."

Fred entered the room again with the healer. She was tall, blonde, and had dark green eyes. Her face was kind, and a comforting smile stretched across it.

"Hello. My name is Nadia. I'm going to ask you how you're feeling, but I encourage you to use gestures to speak. You have a broken trachea. It probably is very painful to speak, and doing do could slow down the healing process."

You nodded briefly to let her know you understood.

"I want you to give me numbers to tell me about your pain. From a scale of 1-10, 10 being the highest, most excruciating pain, how's your head?"

You held up seven digits.

"Seems to be expected. You were hit quite hard on the head. No damage though other than a light concussion.

 How's your throat?"

You held up seven digits again.

The healer marked down your pain levels on a paper before moving on. "Alright. How do your ribs feel?"

You held up all ten fingers.

"Alright, unfortunately I can't get you anything else for the pain, but I can bring around a sedative to let you go back to sleep. You do have two broken ribs. I'll bring you some more Skele-gro to take before the sedative."

Your face twisted up in disgust.

"I know it's not the best tasting thing, but it does work quickly! We'll have you out of here in a couple day's time. Now, any other pain or discomfort?"

You didn't feel much anywhere else, so you shook your head no. You eyed Fred who was still standing near the door. He looked distraught. He raked his fingers through his hair. His eyes were wide and overwhelmed. He looked so shaken.

Nadia repeated again about what she'd be back around with, but the words sounded muffled. You realized you just weren't paying as much attention as you had hoped.

Like a horrified deer in headlights, Fred dashed out the door again without a word. Your brows pulled together in confusion. George seemed able to read your face.

"He's just scared. We thought we lost you there for a moment. You were completely trampled on. Fred swore you stopped breathing at one point in his arms."

Tears started to roll down your face. You felt a biting pain in your chest, and it wasn't your ribs. The Weasley twins were no doubt brave, but Fred was always the more audacious one. He led while George followed. Not that George was incapable, but it's just how things usually were.

To see Fred so anguished was unfamiliar.

When Fred returned, he brought the whole entourage. Ginny, Hermione, Ron, Harry, and Arthur all gawked down at you with concern.