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Fleur had been spending most of her waking hours (at least, those not spent at work or making sure things were still in order at Shell) in Bill's room at St. Mungo's. This had been one of the most painful experiences of her life, which she felt terribly for admitting because compared to Bill her physical injuries had been negligible. All that time spent not knowing if he would recover, and then realizing how long he would be here, and that he would surely not be completely back to normal even after recovery.
She rose from the chair next to the bed and sat next to Bill lightly, as though disturbing the state of the bed would make things worse. Offering a tender smile, Fleur moved closer to him and wove her arm carefully through his, clasping his hand. The scars, she had been surprised to find, were barely noticeable to her. Though others had certain been shocked by the damage, to Fleur, Bill looked perfectly himself - she didn't care about his changed appearance; not everyone could say their husband had been scarred in battle.
"I know, mon lapin...believe me, I have been wanting that since the day after this happened. Tomorrow, they have said," she said firmly, settling her head against his shoulder. "And if they try to keep you here a day more, I assure you I will not have it."
There was little doubt in Fleur's mind that the administrators and medical staff of St. Mungo's rather hated her by now, and would be glad to see her go. Since that first night, she had been forcefully a part of anything they intended to do for Bill - or attempted to be - and openly angry when she was told it was not her place. As a result, the weeks since the attack has crawled along sluggishly, and when her husband implored to go home, now, it was a feeling she entirely sympathized with.