AUTHOR'S NOTE: This is one of the worst things I've ever written D: I've never done James/Sirius before, so don't shoot me for this fail.
Sirius's eye fluttered open and were immediately blinded by the light of the room. He blinked a few times and looked up at the familiar ceiling of the Hospital Wing; he was here about once a week for the stupid stunts he, James, Remus, and Peter pulled. This time, however, they had done something stupid, but it had resulted in things that were far worse than they had expected.
Memories of the previous night's incident flooded back to him, making his head whirl. The images of the grotesque creature standing on its hind legs and rounding on the large stag were now imprinted inside his mind. He had jumped between James and Remus, only to have Remus throw him aside, causing him to knock his head on the wall, and slowly slip unconscious. The last thing he saw was Peter biting and clawing at Remus's heels, trying desperately to get the massive werewolf to stop attacking the stag.
Sirius shook his head, trying to clear the images, when something clicked. He sat up quite suddenly and looked around the Hospital Wing. The first bed he saw had a large, round ball beneath the covers. It rose and fell slowly and he deduced that Peter must be resting beneath. He deserved it, after all, he had played a part in helping James. No matter how annoying that boy got, he was always good help when you needed it. The next bed was surrounded by curtains and was undoubtedly the one James was in.
Sirius stood shakily and made his way towards the bed. His hand trembled as he pulled back the thin curtain. What he saw surprised him. James was shirtless; his middle being covered by white dressings that had the slightest hint of pink behind them, but he still looked like he was resting peacefully despite his injuries. Sirius sat himself on the stool next to the bed and wrapped both of his hands around one of James's.
"I'm glad you're alive, James." he sighed and wiped a tear that threatened to fall onto the sheets, "Next time Moony's time of the month comes around, don't challenge him. I can't lose you. And I tried, I really did. Peter was probably the most help, since all I managed to do was get myself knocked out." He brushed aside a wisp of hair that was in James's face, allowing his hand to linger on the boy's warm face. He drew in a sharp breath. This is all my fault.
James stirred slightly, causing Sirius placed his hand back where it was and moved to his own bed right next to James's. Sirius watched as James slowly opened his eyes and turned to face him, "Why did you let me go?" James whispered.
"What do you mean, Prongs?" Sirius asked softly.
"My hand. Don't let me go, alright?" Sirius nodded in reply, his eyes filling with fresh tears again. He reached out over the gap between their beds as James did the same. Sirius gave him a contented smiled as their fingers interlaced, but James didn't look as happy. "You realize we can't do this, right?" A knot formed in the pit of Sirius's stomach.
"So we have to live a lie? I don't want-"
James cut him off, "Trust me, neither do I."