Who: Bill and Fleur What: A hospital visit When: Wednesday Night Where: St. Mungos Ratings/Warnings: Low
The nurses had made her swore she wouldn't disturb Bill while he slept, but they couldn't stop her from sliding into the empty space beside him. It wasn't like she was technically bothering him. However she needed to feel the strength of his presence to steady nerve that hadn't calmed in weeks. Sleep would be better but Fleur knew she wasn't likely to get any of that soon. It was as if it had transformed into this elusive monster no one could pin down or even catch a glimpse of. Sleep wasn't going to come to her any time soon either.
"Il fait froid ici," she whispered softly to him once she saw Bill stirring from his slumber. Hospitals were always cold. Then again Fleur was pretty sure that no matter how long she was there the English winters were always going to feel cold, damp, and frigid. It made her wish they were at home curled up on their couch in front of the fireplace dreaming up plans of their future. Plans that didn't include the senseless hunting anyone with the last name Weasley had been victim too the last few months. Quickly, she pushed the thought from her head because it made her feel sick to her stomach.
"How are you feeling, mon amour?" That was the most important thing at the moment. Bill had to get better. It was the only option she was willing to consider. "Maybe they will let you go home soon." The house was too big, too empty, and too unsettling while she was there alone. "Tu me manques..." She mad missed him more than words could even express.