Well this is far sappier than I wanted it to be…ugh, don’t shoot me. I had so many plans and admit that I have possibly rushed it a bit..
Don’t blame me for this, it was the fault of job stress, eagerness for book six and desperation to escape my life!
Part Seven – Eight months later
Marcus stared down at Katie a smile on his face that no one would even dare refer to as tender, not if they didn’t want his fist in their mouths. She was lying on her back, one arm flung over her eyes, the other resting lightly on her chest. Sitting down beside her bed he reached for her hand and held it tightly in his own, leaning down until his forehead was resting on the edge of the mattress. “You’re looking much better today,” his voice was gruff, full of emotions he would never admit to feeling.
With a faint smile on her face, Katie turned her head, reaching out her other arm to cup his chin as she studied him, her hand tightening around his. “You look like shit!” she wasn’t one to beat around the bush, not anymore. Marcus was sure that this was his influence on her moods, but Katie liked to tell him it was down to a rather unpleasant wake up call…”Life is far too short to pretend.”
Sitting up slowly, Katie pulled on her dressing gown and shuffled to the edge of the mattress before slipping her feet into her Gryffindor Pride slippers. Staring at her, the sun shining through her nightshirt and dressing gown making them both translucent, Marcus took a deep breath, her slenderness reminding him of what he had found in her flat three months previously.
Marcus rushed through the gap in the doorway that his heavy oak bat had created and skidded to a halt beside Katie’s limp body. One hand was dangling off the sofa, her head was resting lifeless against one dark red sofa arm. He grabbed frantically for her hand and tried to find a pulse. Panic set in when he realised that he couldn’t find a pulse because there wasn’t one.
Rising to his feet he hefted her up into his arms and carried her to the fireplace in her bedroom. The sick, rolling feeling in his stomach rose in his throat and he knew that he had to get her to some help quickly.
The emergency admissions hall at St Mungo’s was packed to the rafters with children sporting obvious ‘first-time broom’ injuries, Quidditch players who looked as though they had taken the full brunt of a bludger in the face a few times, and an old woman who looked as though she had fallen down the stairs. He rushed to the reception desk where he was greeted by a harried Witch. She took one look at Katie, still limp and unconscious in his arms and the alarm bells started to ring.
He was questioned by so many people that after a while their faces started to blur into one, “Do you know what she did?” “Is she pregnant?” “Has she been ill recently?” Of course Marcus had no idea, he had only met her again the previous day after several years. He knew that it was serious, the theatre where the Medi-Doctor was looking after Katie was locked and sealed, and whenever he tried to get any information he was told, “Sorry, her next of kin has yet to be informed.”
When Oliver Wood stalked through the door, Lavender attached to his arm like a limpet, Marcus felt his anger roar to life. The golden couple paused at the entrance to the Emergency Theatres corridor for a few moments so that their photos could be taken, and then they swept into the hall looking as though they owned the place. He could hear the murmured conversation between Wood and the doctors who were looking after Katie, and it was obvious that he was surprised that he had been called. He was even more surprised when he noticed that Flint was sitting in the waiting area.
“What are you doing here?” Oliver stood in front of Marcus and grasped the older man’s collar. “What did you do to her?” the words were almost spat in Marcus’ face, but he was not going to give the Scottish git the pleasure of responding in any way.
“You’re asking the wrong person that question, Wood. I think that you should be asking yourself what you thought you were doing treating her the way you did. Surely she deserved more than you gave her.” Oh my God…are you actually listening to yourself, Flint? You’re sounding like a nancy-boy Gryff.
“Don’t you dare. Katie understands exactly what happened and she’s fine with it.” Oliver looked over at his wife and gave her a reassuring smile before turning his attention back to his school nemesis. “It would never have worked between us and she’s accepted that.”
Marcus didn’t get a word out, at that moment the sealed doors to the theatre opened and the doctor walked out, a grim expression on his face. He stripped off his gloves as he walked towards the two arguing men and then paused as though trying to figure out what to say.
“Well?” Oliver was getting frustrated, Marcus Flint’s presence at the hospital wasn’t helping his mood any, nor was the fact that Lavender had acted like a jealous housewife even after he had assured her that there was no need for it, that he loved her and wasn’t about to change his mind.
“Miss Bell was very lucky. She had taken a potentially fatal dose of some Muggle medication. We have referred her to Floor 7 for assessment. If you hadn’t shown up when you did, Mr Flint, it is quite possible we would not have been able to save her.”
The last three months had been long, hard but definitely worth it. Katie had been treated by a psychiatrist on Floor 7 for several weeks before Marcus had taken her home, packed up her things and summarily taken over her life, not that she had complained about it. For so long she had been looking after herself, and she quite liked the fact that someone cared enough about her that they were going to look after her. She liked to think that she was strong, but in some ways weakness wasn’t a bad thing. Marcus walked over to the window and stood behind Katie, wrapping his arms around her waist and holding her closely to his chest. “I think they might let you come home tonight.”
He moved his hands up her body, cupping her heavy breasts, rubbing the pads of his thumbs over her dark nipples. “Our bed has been very empty,” his voice was gruff, full of promise.
Gasping, Katie arched into his hands as he continued to tease her sensitised breasts, his breath harsh against her ear. “Marcus…we can’t!” she moaned when he stopped the touching, instead just holding her even tighter.
“I know. Six weeks isn’t really that long, is it.”
After peaceful moments watching the sunset through the window, Marcus went in search of a doctor, leaving Katie to dress in privacy.
On his way back to the private room where Katie had been staying for the last few days he paused outside a small brightly coloured room, security locks on the door. He stepped closer and reached a hand out, waving gently, a smile on his face that he was sure looked ridiculous. “Ahh, Mr Flint…” A nurse clad in pale pink robes stepped through the door, it closed behind her with a quiet click. “Are you ready to go home now?”
Nodding he took the fidgeting bundle from her arms and held it close to his chest as though he was holding the most precious cargo in the world. Walking back to Katie’s room he babbled the sort of nonsense he had never felt the need to utter ever before in his life.
Today he would be taking his family home, his soon-to-be wife and their 2-day old daughter.
As he walked back into the room and handed Abbie into her arms, he realised that she had finally found peace, and in finding hers she had also helped him to find his own.
Well, it was awful wasn’t it!