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Iris nearly clobbered the next Medi-Witch she laid eyes on, demanding to know where they would have taken Charlie. Obviously, being in Romania, they wouldn't have taken him to St. Mungos and she was not familiar enough with Romania to know their Wizarding Hospital.
“Are you his wife?” The nurse asked. Without missing a beat, Iris answered.
“No, I'm his long lost cousin coming to find him!” She shouted, “of course I'm his wife!”
“Iris, my dear.” Molly came up, placing her hand on Iris's arm in hopes to keep her from laying hands on anyone. She looked to the Medi-Witch, “could you tell us where they would have taken him? He's our son, and her husband. Please.”
“They would have taken him to Privatklinik Clinical-”
“Ok, great, but how do we get there? The floo is burned, and we can't apperate because we don't know where it is!” Iris yelled and Molly clapped her hand over her mouth.
“Do you think you could apperate us there?” Molly asked, sounding sweet as honey, while Iris fumed. The Medi-Witch looked rather terrified at Iris, but nodded nonetheless.
“I'll take you one at a time, I'll take her first.” She pointed at Iris, wanting to get the most angry person out of the way. She placed her hand on Iris's shoulder and Iris felt the familiar tug of side along apperation. The next view she had was in front of a large hospital, “the front desk can help you.” The Medi-witch simply said, and was gone. Iris marched straight in, and then a glaring detail entered her mind when she heard the chatter around her.
They all spoke Romanian.
She did not.
“English? Speak English?” Iris asked to the person at the front counter who looked like she had no idea what she was saying and turned to one of her co-workers. They held up one finger, and picked up the loudspeaker, asking something in Romanian across the hospital. Iris heard a pop behind her and turned to see Molly and Arthur behind her with the Medi-Witch she had yelled at before, before she quickly apperated away again. “No one speaks English, I think they're trying to find a translator.” She informed them as they approached.
“Ok, we will just have to wait.” Arthur said, looking quite forlorn. Iris remembered the conversation she had with Penny, and thought of Fred, understanding that she may have gone through this before, but so had they.
“Charlie is strong, physically and mentally.” Iris said reaching her hand out to place a hand on his back. “He's not going to let something like this take him down, he's to stubborn.” A smile crept across his face and he nodded.
“You're right, of course. He would never let dragons be the end of him, he would be to afraid people would use that to bash them even more.”
“Exactly!” Iris smiled, trying to reassure them. A woman with short dark hair, in a white suit came up to them,
“You are looking for an english translator?”
“Yes! My husband was brought in from the Romanian Dragon Sanctuary!” Iris quickly blurted.
“You are his family?” She asked and Iris felt her eye twitch.
“We are his parents, this is his wife.” Molly intervened.
“Ah, yes. He is in the intensive care unit, I can take you up to the waiting area. If the Healers or Nurses need you, they will look there.” Her English was clear, and she didn't have much of an accent, and Iris wondered if she was English also working in Romania. As they walked, she also wondered if Charlie knew Romanian, it was never something she asked or even wondered. They were lead up a few flights of stairs, and into a special area with a locked door. A nurse was coming out of a room and looked to see the four of them coming, and asked something in Romanian. The translator held out her hand, gesturing to Iris. “Could the two of you wait here for a moment?” She asked, looking to Molly and Arthur. “The Healers need to speak to his wife, what was your name?” She asked looking Iris's way.
“Iris... Weasley.”
“Alright, the Healer in charge of your husband needs to speak to you. I'll accompany you to Translate.” Iris was separated from Molly and Arthur to follow the two women down the long Hallway, past many secluded rooms. It was different from St. Mungos in that regard, most 'rooms' were just beds between curtains. At least in this area each patient had private rooms.
Iris was ushered into the room and was greeted by chatter in Romanian. Her eyes saw feet on a bed and she pulled the curtain back just enough to see Charlie, laying still in the bed and for a moment-
“They've given him some sedatives and sleeping draught.” The Healer supplied to the Translator, who in turn told Iris, seeming to read her mind. His face had been cleaned up, and it showed he had some more burns across his face, still shiny and tinged orange from ointment. “They also applied some of our maximum strength burn paste to the worst of his burns, and have him on a pain management routine.”
“He's on some sedatives?” Iris questioned, as one of the other healers brought in a chair for her to sit down. Every question and answer took so much longer since she had to wait for the Translator to ask it and then translate it back to English.
“Yes. Heavy ones. They are going to have to try some uncomfortable ways of healing, they have to set the bones in his right leg before we can give him any skelegrow, that is also assuming that the leg sets correctly. If we gave it to him as is, the would heal in an odd shape, causing all sorts of issues. They would like to also put him on oxygen through a mask, if he does well with that we will be in good shape, but they may need to put it in a tube that goes up his nose that way it's forced into his lungs. They will also have to remove some of the more charred areas of his skin so that we can apply the other burn paste to the non dead skin. All this you can imagine, will be very painful. These are some of the worst burns he has ever witnessed on anyone who was still living. As you can imagine, we have seen our share of Dragon burns.” The translator admitted, and the Healer had a very serious and rather solum look on his face. Iris nodded, not really wanting to look at the condition his skin was in or his leg. “Because he is unconscious, we need your permission, as his wife, you can give us the ok to start.”
“I'm allowed to?”
“You are his next of kin, so yes.”
Iris let out a long sigh, and nodded. She would deal with the repercussion after he woke up. There was really no option, what they needed to do was what they needed to do regardless.
“Do what's necessary.” She told him simply. “I'll go and tell his parents what's happening. Is there any way we can get his transferred, once he's stable, to the English hospital St. Mungos? We have two friends who are Healers there, and we both did work there when we were in school.”
“I'll run that by him.” The translator nodded, and Iris narrowed her eyes at her, feeling like she was being brushed off. “You can stay if you like.” The healer let Iris know before he left the room. “When he wakes it will do him good to see his wife's pretty face.” The translator said for him.
Iris just nodded before she looked down at Charlie, not knowing exactly what to do or to say. She reached out her hand and almost stopped, wondering if he would actually want her to touch him, but she smoothed back his hair away from his face anyway. She bent over and pressed a kiss into his hair,
“I am so sorry Charlie.” She whispered to him, at a complete loss on how to talk to someone who wasn't able to talk to her back. Iris decided to go find Arthur and Molly and fill them in on what was happening.
The translator for the hospital was talking to them, presumably filling them in on what was happening when Iris walked up.
“They said I could stay, if I wanted.” Iris told Molly and Arthur. “I would like to, but you are his parents, I doubt they'll let more then one person stay.”
“My dear, you're his wife. Despite what brought you together, I know Charlie cares so much for you, and I think it would him well if it was who stayed with him.” Molly explained kindly to Iris, and the guilt hit her like the night bus. Besides the very few words spoken at the Reserve, the last time they had saw each other had been a very loud, anger fueled fight. Well, anger fueled on her end. It felt like every time one bind was removed, another heavier one was wound around her. This one felt like it constricted her chest, almost to the point where she felt it was hard to breathe.
“Could you stay while I go pack an overnight bag?”
“You may want to clean up a little too.” Molly smiled and Iris realized she did more then likely look a wreck. She looked down at her arms, black and grey with soot, and her hair and face more had a high probability of looking the same.
“Give me an hour? Assuming their floo is connected to any in Britain.”
“Take your time, we'll be here.”
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When Iris floo'd home, she was almost caught red handed my Mel, who opened the back door and let herself in.
“Hey, Iris? You here?” She called and Iris quickly ran to greet her so she didn;t see the dying green flames in her fireplace.
“Yeah, I'm here.”
“What on earth happened to you?” Mel asked when she saw Iris. “You look like you've been through a fire.
“I have been.”
“Are you ok?!” She shouted, walking up to Iris. “I was wondering where you had gone off too, I saw you enter the breeding greenhouse and then you just disappeared.”
“Yeah, my in laws called me. The place Charlie works was on fire, and I went down there.”
“Oh my God! Is he ok?”
“He's in the hospital in intensive care-”
“Oh dear lord!” Mel clapped her hands over her face. “Oh my... I just... I can't imagine how you feel right now.”
“Tired. Do you think you can handle everything here?” Iris asked.
“Oh absolutely! You don't need to worry about a thing, me and Jonah can handle everything here at the farm, we've been here long enough to know. You go, and you be with Charlie.”
“I appreciate that. I'm starting to feel like a black widow.” Iris admitted tiredly.
“No, Charlie is gonna be fine. You go, clean up and get back to him.” Mel all but pushed Iris up the stairs. She took a quick shower, and then scurgified the rest of what she couldn't get, threw some toiletries into a bag along with some clothing, and a change of clothes for Charlie and took off. She quickly remembered to feed Hopwaffle and opened the back door to shout to Mel to look after her cat as well.