A\n: Another attack fanfic, but since its my passion I won't apologize for it being like the millionth one, haha. For once, I finally want to involve detail after gory detail and the attack, fight, and hospital scenes in all of their glory. I've read a lot of these type of stories with Arthur and Nagini's little rift, and so many brilliant ideas are displayed in so many that you stop and say, "Now why didn't I think of that!?" So now, I must make you all say that, haha. Hope you enjoy, and if you're compelled to review, I'll allow you to act on that whim. ;) !!!

God Bless

Sarah

XX

You could only see so far as the darkened corridor expanded; seemingly endless, straight ahead: Dark, eery, and lonely. This was his sixth time pacing back and forth the many foot long corridor, and he was exhausted. He then went to the end of the hall, where the crystal orbs of every wizard's life prophecy shed some light on the otherwise completely black hall. Finding relief in the fact he no longer felt he would be swallowed by the black hole at any moment, he slid down the wall to the floor, tucked his knees close to his chest, covered himself with his cloak, stowed his wand in his pocket, and drifted off to sleep.

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'It seems as though no one is in the corridor, my love....Unless, of course, they are hidden! If you find anyone...Kill! You must retrieve the prophecy! Now, I must leave you....Wormtail is being ever the bother!"

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Usually, he wasn't a sound sleeper....He would awake at the drop of a hat. But tonight, he was incredibly tired and fast asleep. At a crucial moment in which he needed and should be awake, he didn't and couldn't, for he was deep in slumber. He moved a bit, squirmishing to involuntarily become comfortable, and the snake lingered over him, scrutinizing the meat on his seemingly strong bones. It moved its head, getting a different view now of the meat on the side of his neck and his chin. Nagini hissed and slithered closer, reaching her head down near Arthur, then rearing back as his eyes blinked open. Nagini, frightened, pulled back as Arthur pulled out his wand and turned a bit. She struck, hoping to taste the thick meat on his neck and hit a main vein so the vital blood would produce a refreshing, salty drink; but Arthur was, (thankfully) quicker. Nagini, instead hit his heart area, but on the right side so his main organ remained untouched and protected. He shouted in pain, and then the sound drowned out as it became a groan, then soft moan. His eyes fluttered shut, then he opened them again as he stood and the snake bit into his leg. He looked down at the gaping wound in horror, his eyes filming over with the venom and in so much pain he could already barely swallow, move, or speak. He staggered backward and she eyed him, seemingly asking who he thought was going to win this. He blinked, his mouth hanging agape as he tried repeating over and over with slurred, barely audible speech: "W-wand...My waaannd." He moaned and, (having the slightest bit of mercy, about to put him out of his misery), Nagini reared again and plunged deep into his torso. His muscles became relaxed, and he became numb as his eyes fluttered closed and he crumpled to the floor. Nagini piled onto him, bringing strong, slick coils around and around his body. His airway became constricted and blood rushed through every part of his body and up to his brain, as the red filled his veins, lungs, brain, and every other little crevisis it could find. His blood was thin, running like a spicket on high; fast, yet thin and un-clotting. He had no movement any longer, nor ability to yell, and he succumbed to death minutes before the Order found him.

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Kingsley rushed about sopping up the blood with conjured towels and stitched the wound together with an adhering spell. The wound burst open again after a few seconds though, and Kingsley stared at it, gaping, before blinking, shutting his mouth and going back about his business of stopping the bloodflow, (as best he could, if at all.) Meanwhile, Tonks was conjuring a stretcher and Bill was sending out patronuses and doing whatever they asked of him to try and help his father...Furthermore, he hadn't taken one look down at his beloved Dad...He couldn't bare to see what he honestly looked like if all of their descriptions were accurate. Soon though, his willpower not to look had to be changed as Kingsley called him over to help heave Arthur onto the stretcher, seeing as spellwork would mess with his body more, and Bill was forced to turn and took at the hemorraging, dying, pale, sweaty, gory, and morbid form of his father. He froze a minute, all of the times his father hugged him, read to him, talked to him, laughed with him, and cried with him came swimming through his mind, and he realized in that instant, that he could lose him now. Quickly, with that thought as his motivation, he helped haul his father up onto the stretcher and strap him down before they grabbed each other somewhere somehow and apparated to St. Mungos.

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Anyone who belonged to the Wizarding World, knew that Purge and Dowe's department store was St. Mungo's Wizarding Hospital in disguise, so quickly, the Order and emergency care needing patient were admitted by the dummy in the glass window outside. They walked through the door fast and pushed the stretcher through the hall and into the front desk area where healers were standing, waiting for new patients. A healer quickly came to Arthur's aid, who Tonks saw was named: "Henry." and he was obviously a higher ranking healer because he was wearing purple robes but he was still young. He checked Arthur's pulse, BP, temperature, blood loss, and muscle strength before assesing that he needed a bout of potions, some stitchwork, a blood clotter, and if magic failed, a transfusion, and a trip to the O.R to asses inside damage. Though, their top priority was getting him on a blood pump, to remove venom from his system as quickly as possible. He was in shock, and they needed to give the few minutes they had until he would pass, every last try they had.

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They had been working peacefully, each healer doing their part, and Arthur had been stabalized for quite sometime, until his vitals dropped considerably, more blood spewed from his wounds, thick, gushing, and vibrant red, and he began seizing. At first they were more so twitches, the seemingly hard part of his body trying to rid himself of the toxins, get his muscles moving, and just a plain old reaction to the attack, reliving it in his coma-like state, and his body's natural repsonse....But then they turned into more powerful jerks and they had to tie him down more so to control him splattering blood all over unto the floor.

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Finally, the bleeding had been calmed, and with high hopes they put a small tube down his throat and ushered in the Blood Replenishing Potion, and Temperature Reliever. They smiled slightly in satisfaction and every healer left except Henry. He was staring at his patient curiously, for one making sure nothing happened on a spur of the moment after they thought he would now be ok, and wondering to himself how a snake had gotten into the Ministry in the first place, and why he was so unfortunate to be there....It seemed nothing short of planned, if you asked him. He sighed and turned on his heel to move toward the door, but not before he heard Arthur's monitors beep once more, and he stared at the patient sadly. His vibrant red hair matted and sweaty, his forehead sweaty and lips parted slightly so you could just see inside his parched throat. His chest heaving every so often to get the needed oxygen, and the tubes and I.V's leading into him pumping him with blood, potions, and pumping out the toxins. It was a sad sight, especially after seeing a glimpse of just how many children he had from his medical records.(The healers always kept log of relations in need of transfusion or organ doning.).....But now, what the machines clearly stated that Henry must tell Mr. Weasley's wife, was even sadder.

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She was a pretty woman for her age, but her long, red hair was unkept and sprawled over her shoulders. Her eyes were heavy and blackended by lack of sleep and worry...Her whole body was rigid, lying in un-comfortable hospital chairs for Merlin knew how long already...It had taken such a long time to stop the bleeding afterall! Her eyes were also red and watery, and her cheeks were streaked with dried tear stains, seeing as she cried so much she didn't have the willpower left in her to do much more unless she needed to. Her jaw was chiselled beautifully and set as were her thoughts. She'd been praying for hours now...Praying and hoping....Prayer and hope...The two things that seemingly went together, yet Molly hadn't had a glimmer of hope since she had last seen her husband hours before, and he had given her the obvious promise of: "I'll be home soon." She looked up at Henry as he stepped into the waiting room, and he looked around, noting for the first time they only ones there besides the Order members that had brought Arthur in, Molly, and Bill. After they heard the words 'he was stable', the Order had scurried away, wishing Molly a good night, and asking if she needed anything before leaving. She had shook her head and pulled Bill close as the healer plowed on into everything else that had happened, and the harsh truth. He was stable. They had stopped the bleeding. He was alive.

He was also in a coma, the venemous toxins ripping through his body as he involuntarily slept. His body needed sleep, his mind whirled around as he thought of his family, and kids...But always, it came back to his attack, and he could never seem to awake. So there he was, stuck in his mind, stuck in the nightmare of what had occured, wondering if he was alive or dead....and his wife had been told he was in no pain...He'd had Dreamless potion shoved down his throat...And that she could see him.

Though, as every other critical case that came in, (though some weren't as serious as Arthur,) he left her with: "He might not make it the night."

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"Arthur, love, don't leave me. You can't leave me...I need you. The kids need you....Arthur, please? Arthur, please hold on? Please don't let go? For us....Wake up. Wake up, please? Please open your eyes, just once...Just let me know you'll be ok...That you just wanted to get me back for all the things I've joked with you about throughout the years, or some moronic excuse like that....Please? Can't it be that? Can't it be, please?" She was speaking through her sobs, big, watery drops falling from her eyes onto her husband as she held his hand and ran hers up and down his arm, where a taped I.V ran the length of it. She was careful not to touch that, and either mess it up or cause him more pain, but she held every other inch of him she could. She rested her hand on the side of his chest and begged him to wake more...

And when he didn't, she still sat, rubbing his arm, and continuing her vigil.

It was now 3 A.M.

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She awoke at a quarter after, and her eyes lulled open as she looked up at her husband. His eyes were wide open, blue saucers staring at her as she slept and now woke. Her breathing became quick and hitched as water came to her eyes in heavy, hot, happy tears.

"Arthur....Love, you're awake!" She jumped up, pushing her hair behind her ear and grasping his hand again, moving another to rub his sweat forehead.

"Oh, Arthur.." she mumbled, staring into his eyes. He blinked for the first time and opened his mouth slowly, trying to form words through his overly parched and cracked throat. He swalloed painfully and flinched before attempting at making words again. He succeeded in one, the only one he needed, actually, and Molly leaned closer to hear him.

"W-water?" he whispered, hardly audible. Molly smiled, he had asked for water, as though he was a small child, scared to be scolded, she nodded, happy tears still running down her face as she grinned.

"Yes...Yes...I'll get you water." She replied, blinking back thick tears and kissing his hand before standing and mumbling softly: "I'll be back, sweetheart. I won't take long. I'll get you water, and then I won't leave you again." His eyes closed somewhat and he attempted smiling. His smirk that was always so loving, cheeky, and assuring was now exhausted, tired, and futile. His lips formed a lopsided kind of smirk, and there were remnants of blood on them. Molly still loved seeing his smile all the same, and bent down, gingerly placing a soft, angelike kiss on his lips. He again gave her his try at a smile and she shook her head, letting him know lovingly he needn't show her he could still smile, or that he was thankful, for she knew these things already. So, she stood and walked over to her husband's bedside table and poured him a cup of water as his eyes followed her everymove, (being the only parts of his body he could move.) She came to sit beside him and held the cup to his lips. He drank eagerly, but his throat still burned and throbbed from being without drink for so long, and he gulped, begging for more as his chest began to hurt seeing as he forced so much water down it. He stopped and she pulled away, seeing the bit of blood on the rim and he closed his eyes as he leaned back. She didn't freak out about his sudden tiredness, or the blood, because the healers had told her these remnants wouldn't be gone for a a day or so, seeing as his throat was so enlarged, scratchy, and cracking. He began snoring almost immediately and Molly chuckled...At least she knew now he was asleep, not in a coma...Just blissfully in sleep, where the Dreamless sleep draught would work, and his pain would be eased.

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At around 4:23 A.M he awoke again, looking around the room before his eyes fell on Molly again. She smiled, though her eyes were tired and begruduged of sleep.

"How are you feeling?" she asked none-the-less, and he opened his eyes wider, and straightened his head, leaning up on the pillows to reply, (happy that he had the strength to try and speak more) "I...I'm ok. I'm hungry." he replied, his voice scratchy yet returning. Molly nodded, so happy to hear the soothing and loving voice she had come to love more year after blessed year they were together.

"Well, You can only have something to drink, or some mushier foods...Like yogurt or something....Ok? Nothing solid yet...Your digestive system and everything is all messed up and it'll take a lot out of you if all you do for the next few hours is sit in front of the toilet and puke your guts up..Trust me, I was through it every morning for the majority of my life, catering to our children's discontentment." Arthur chuckled but it turned into a small cough and Molly came to rub his back re-assuringly before he stopped and took in a deep breath, smiling slightly.

"You ok?" He nodded and closed his eyes somewhat and Molly rubbed a hand through his thinning hair.

"I'll go get you something...Do yout want something small or do you want mashed potatoes, or a bit of toast? You can only have the normal stuff, you know...Stuff you'd eat if your stomach was bothered..I know they have eggs too. Just plain or scrambled...No cheese or anything, how you like it, I know...But still.." He smiled and furrowed his eyebrows, thinking for a moment before replying quietly: "The eggs and toast sound better than anything." Molly nodded and set out to the Tea Room, to gather eggs and a bit of toast, before going to the front desk and making sure to tell them he was awake again, and asking for food.

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A\n: More chapters to come if anyone enjoyed this long one. I enjoyed writing it and would write more but it seems like too much to throw into one...Hope you enjoyed anyway and please review if you want to see more. Thanks!

God Bless

And until next time!

Sarah