When Harry had woken up, he was met bright light and beeps. The strong smell of rubbing alcohol had assaulted his nose. He sat up quickly only to fall back down in pain, yet he dared not shout. "Harry?! Are you okay?!" A girl threw open the door. Harry inwardly rolled his eyes, 'What now?'
She had brown and bushy hair tied in a ponytail with the darkest brown eyes which seemed to shed unlimited tears. She wore a red jumpsuit with black boots. Harry squints as he tried to remember the lady.
'Hermione?!' was what he intended to say, but what came out was, "Who?" His best friend, Hermione Granger, let out a gasp, "Y-you don't remember me?" She whispered,
Harry didn't have time for her today. She took his silence as a yes. She was about to make a show of bringing up scenarios that he would be sure to remember, but he beat her to it.
"Of course I remember you Hermione." He sighed rubbing his forehead, 'You are the reason I don't get enough sleep.' He left that part out, it wasn't the time for this. He just wanted to get a nurse to complete all the procedures so he could get out of there.
He was sure he could it himself, with how many times he had been in that hospital, it was a shock he wasn't a doctor yet. He reached to the table by the bed, and called for a nurse to come.
The door opened again, this time revealing a head of red bouncy hair. Ron made his way to stand at the other side of Harry's bed, "You good there mate?" Ron asked ruffling his hair, that was trimmed and washed properly. Harry made a gesture for a glass of water to which Ron gladly handed to him.
"Where were you?!" Hermione asked as soon as Harry put the glass back on the table. Harry looked at her in shock, "Wasn't it obvious? I was kidnapped. Nothing new there." Their tensed shoulders dropping down. Harry didn't know if he should be happy they finally dropped it, or that they dropped it too quickly.
Ron gave him a look of exasperation as Hermione cleared her throat, "Could you guys excuse me for a second?" She didn't even bother to wait for a answer, she just walked out, tapping on her phone in quick movements.
He now noticed the bandages tied around his chest, left forearm, and legs. He looked how he felt. Hurt. Why though? "So, I guess I owe you $10 now huh?" Ron teased poking at Harry's arm. Harry nodded as he smirked, count on Ron to lighten up the mood.
They stayed in silence for 3 minutes until a nurse came in with a cart.
The nurse came to a stop at the side Hermione was seated at not long ago, before going through the usual check-up, while Ron kept making comments about how long it will take before Harry croaks. Another nurse came in,"Well if it isn't my regular. You alright?" She quickly appeared by his bed post. "I'm fine Yolanda. Thanks for asking." He gave her a small smile.
Yolanda was a senior nurse that took care of Harry whenvere he got hurt or sick after on of his infamous kidnapped case. She would always make sure he felt guilty about getting hurt, always joking and conversing with him. Almost like the grandmother he could ever want.
Hermione soon came back, "I just talked to Professor McGonagall, she wishes you a speedy recovery." She said smiling sadly. 'She was never good at lying.' He thought to himself before glancing back at Ron who seemed to have put on a new face, it was as if he wasn't there.
Harry decided it was time to change the subject, "How did I even get here?" That question alone seemed to make Yolanda glow, but Hermione dulled significantly, while Ron just stayed straight faced. He almost seemed amused.
Yolanda shot him a smirk, "One of your school mates happened to be passing by the road he had found you, so he brought you here then contacted Severus, who called your friends. Now that I think about it, I think he's still here, I'll bring him in so you can say thank you." Yolanda was a dark-skinned woman in her late 40s.
She grew up in a difficult family, if there was something she couldn't do, then she was sur to learn. She had seen enough of Hermione and Ron to know that, they held some type of grudge, Hermione more than Ron.
She got up with a start before rushing out the door and down the narrow hallway, "Whatever you do, don't react badly, Yolanda has taken a liking to him." Ron whispered to Harry who just stared at the door in shock.
Those words seemed to draw his attention, "Why?" He asked, suspicious of what was going on. Before Ron could explain further they heard Yolanda's voice right by the door, "Right in here."
She strolled in with someone he thought he wouldn't see until he would go back to school. "Malfoy?!" There he was standing by the door frame arms crossed.
He wore a black button-up shirt, with black jeans. He had glasses hanging off the front as he held his phone in his right hand and a watch on his left wrist. Not to mention black and same shoes he saw that suited his pale completion, and one earring on his left ear.
"Potter. You seem well." He talked back with a little smirk evident on his face.