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Request: Can you write something where George has vertigo because of his ear injury and try’s playing it off as not a big deal but as his gets older it starts to get more severe with the dizziness, nausea, headaches and lost of balance to point where he brakes down to his wife about it because healers can’t help him and she’s comforts him and try’s to convince him to see a muggle doctor. His wife is always there for him.

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I was a bit unsure of this, that my writing wouldn’t be very good while writing something like this, but I’m quite happy with how it turned out. And I hope you are too, Anon !

ALSO I KNOW THE GIF IS WEIRD BUT IDK I CAN’T HELP IT.

Note: I’m not going to lie, I’ve been a wee bit stressed. If you didn’t know, I’m currently in Norway and babysitting two kids. It makes it hard for me to find to to write, but I’m going home on Wednesday so then I can write more often and get through my requests quicker. I’ve got quite a few so I’ve been a little bit---- stressed. lol, but it’s fine and I love to write, so I’m happy ya’ll are requesting. Love you.

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Warnings: None, really.

Pairing: George Weasley x reader.

Words: 1.1 k

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It had started slowly. Not long after George lost his ear, he complained that he was leaning to the right unconsciously. At first, he didn't say much about it. But after a while, it started to get on his nerves. You and George had gone to a healer but was told that it would eventually get better and that his ear injury was so fresh that symptoms were bound to show up. 

After about seven months after he lost his ear, he was still leaning unconsciously to his right. It had gotten a tad better, but he was still being troubled by it. You two had been patient and waited for it to pass, but after he had to sit down several times at a family gathering due to dizziness, you decided to go back and visit the healer once again.

A year later, and he was still feeling dizzy. But now he was trying to play it off like it didn't bother him. You sensed that it was because he didn't want to be a burden and spend time on him being ill. It hurt you to watch him tell you to back off and let him be. He was obviously in pain.

One and a half year passed, and it had suddenly gotten better with the tilting, he could stand up straight and walk without drifting to his right. He looked happier that he could be more independent. But his dizziness was still around and would tumble upon him like a thunder cloud out of nowhere, making it impossible to help him before it happens.

After two years of not having a left ear, he started to sweat profusely. That seemed to annoy him more than the dizziness. You tried to encourage him to visit a muggle 'doctor'. But he had declined the offer and said,

"I don't want to visit a fucking muggle healer, Y/N!"

Two months after trying to convince him to visit a doctor, it just got worse. His balance was out of touch and he had problems to focus on his destination. It pained him, he told you he felt like a child. That he wanted to go back to normal, that he needed to be able to be his usual self again.

And now, while you were waving your wand to clean the dishes you heard a loud thud come from your bedroom. Someone crashed against the floor and sounded like it broke in several pieces. An eerie silence followed where you just stared at the direction of your bedroom, your body not yet comprehending what just happened. But a loud cry of agony broke your frozen body and you immediately dropped your wand and bolted to the door. The door was ajar and you could see two feet on the ground, surrounded by white glass. 

"George!" You pushed open the door and looked at your lover lying on his stomach on the floor, his body shaking from sobbing. You helped him to a sitting position, scanned his body to make sure he hadn't hurt himself on the glass while tripping. "George, honey, are you okay?"

He refused to look you in the eyes, tears streaming quickly down his freckled cheeks. George lifted his hand to wipe a tear away but left a bloody trail along his cheek.

"You're bleeding." Trying to stay calm, you grabbed his hand and inspected the damage. It was a long gash along his palm, stretching from his thumb to his pinky. It wasn't very deep so you could easily fix it with your wand. "Hang on, let me grab my wand." You said as you ran back to the kitchen, and grabbed a cloth while you were there.

Entering the bedroom again, you first cleaned of the shards of glass that were splattered around the floor. "Reparo." It repaired itself and took the shape of a tall and thin vase. You then focused on George, sitting against the wall, heaving breaths, trying to calm himself down. You tried not to cry yourself, but it was hard to look at him so fragile on the floor and try to keep the tears at bay.

You grabbed his hand and ran the cloth over first, cleaning up the blood that had spilt over. He winced but didn't object. When you had a clear sighting of the wound, you grabbed your wand and made swift movements over his palm, muttering under your breath. The gash slowly but surely closed, leaving just a red, thin line across his palm.

George was still crying, his left cheek stained with blood. You folded the cloth to get a clean side and softly removed the almost dried up blood. 

Now you could have a good look at him. He looked broken. 

"George -"

"I don't know." He whispered, barely audible.

"Huh?" You said softly.

"I don't know what to do anymore, Y/N." 

It was getting harder to control your tears, they were forcing their way through and eventually escaped, rolling down your cheek. 

Kneeling in front of him, you ran a hand tenderly over his tear-stained cheek. He overlapped your hand with his own, pressing his firmly against yours. He sobbed and looked at you, looking as if he was begging.

"I need help. I can't do this any longer."

You cried but didn't wipe your tears away. You didn't know if they were there because you were hurt by seeing your lover on the floor, or if it was because you were relieved he wanted to seek help. You had waited for this moment for a long time.

So you put your other hand on his right cheek and directed his gaze to yours. "I'll help you. I'll help you every step of the way." You promised. "But a healer won't be enough."

George bowed his head, a tear landing in his lap. "I know."

Kissing his forehead, you breathed in his scent. He was finally letting you fully help him. 

"Let's have a bath, yeah? I got a little bloody." You showed him your hands that were covered in drying blood. 

He smiled weakly, but you were still happy to see him smile overall. "Yeah, that sounds delightful."

Standing up, you helped him up to his feet and wandered out to the bathroom where you put the water on. The bathtub filled up with hot, steamy water. 

You undressed, along with George. You got in first, enjoying the hot water soaking your skin. George then gingerly stepped in, who sat down in front of you, leaning his back against your chest. After a minute or two he finally relaxed completely and slid down an inch or two, until his head was resting on your chest. He was playing with your hands, sometimes running his fingers over the ring on your ring finger, fiddling with the diamond ring there.

"I love you." He breathed, planting a kiss on the back of your hand.

You smiled. "I love you too."

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