Broken Laughter.

Part 6
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"Imogen! Come on Imogen, wake up" says a muffled voice that makes my hair tickle my cheek. A pair of firm hands place themselves of my chest and start to pump down making me take gulps of air. I splutter out a rattled cough and bolt up making my head spin and hurt. Harry's sitting over me with a deep frown on his eyes.
"Harry!" I coo delighted to see him. Luna's sitting on his shoulder watching over me like a garfish angel.
"Thank God" sighs Harry embracing me tightly,
"Where are the boys?" I ask getting up dizzily and searching the rooms.
"Imogen..... Danny..." says Harry simply,
"What?" I mumble sitting back down and slowly chewing on a piece of brown crusty bread.
"For gods sake! She had to get concussion." whispers Harry to himself.
"Harry where are the boys...? " I ask now nervous. My vision is back to normal but there's a throbbing pain in my left temple.
"Don't you remember Imogen!" shouts Harry obviously annoyed at my lack of memory,
"I remember Danny coming and seeing the house but that's all. He left in disgrace." I shrug. Harry takes my hands in his and makes little circles of my palms with his thumb,
"Danny took Peter and Johnny with him Imogen..."
"Wh-what? No Harry, Danny wouldn't do something like that!" I stutter aimlessly.
"Imogen try to remember! We need to help them." I closed my eyes in frustration making my head throb even more. I lay my head down onto the floor and tried to remember.
"Imogen, remember Peter and Johnny." urges Harry. My mind goes blank for a second,
"Who?" I frown.

"Your brothers!" replies Harry annoyed,
"My brothers?" I don't have any.
"Yes you do! Danny Peter and Johnny..."
"Yeah Danny, but only Danny."
"What do you remember?" Harry stares deep into my eyes that send a small shiver down my spine.
"Mum committed suicide. Danny left me alone, stayed at my house for awhile. People came and I ran away. To the forest."
"Ok... So you can remember everything except your brothers." murmurs Harry.
"Harry! Don't worry, I'm sure that they're fine. I mean they'll have a nice life. A proper life!" I smile, I see Harry run it over in his mind a few times. He eventually nods and embraces me closely.
"We need to try to help them though." Harry insists,
"Harry! Why should we? I mean, I'm sure that they will be better off with Danny in a warm bed, good school everything they probably didn't have before."
"They loved you Imogen. You were their life and they were yours."
"But I don't know them!" I shout irritated.
"Fine. Until you remember them we'll stay put."
"Thank you Harry. Are you ok?" I forgot to ask him, I guess he did have rough time to.
"Yeah I'm fine, just a twisted ankle." He lifts up his foot and winces a little,
"Looks like a sprain. How long were we out?"
"Well... I think I woke up something like ten minutes but it's been two days now."
"What!?!?" I ask shocked,
"Don't worry, we have food and some water. Try getting up so you can lye in bed."
"Ok" I lift myself onto my feet but my calf (not the baby cow) and knee screams pain at me to I lower myself back to the floor.
"Can I have a look?" asks Harry smiling weakly at me,
"Sure. Not much to see really though." Harry's hands work over my leg. He pokes my knee which make me flinch and curse under my breath. He rubs his hand over my calf (Still not the animal) and frowns.
"Well.... I think you may of ripped your hand string and possibly fractured your knee bone."
"Shit really?" that's a bummer.
"Yeah, well what I can see anyway"
"When did you become a doctor?"
"Dad is a doctor and used to teach me. That's why we moved here, he's lead doctor at the hospital."
"Oh fancy!" I laugh lightly and freely letting a long sigh release my body.
"We should probably get you to a doctor. So they can help your leg"
"I'll be just fine Doctor Beauchump." I smile and wrap my arms around Harry's neck, my fingers unwitting with Harrys's blonde hair. Our lips meet and stay there for what seems like a very long time.
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