"Remus, where are you? You better not be hiding from me." Sirius walked into Remus' bedroom to look for the werewolf. And he found him. In bed. With a thermometer in his mouth. Sirius knew immediately something was wrong. Sirius started to panic on the inside. He walked over to Remus and pulled the thermometer out of his mouth. "It hasn't been in long-".
"Hush."
Sirius was aghast that Remus didn't owl him to, at least, let him know he was sick. "It's just a cold, Siri. Nothing to worry over." Remus said in a congested voice. "I'm not worried about your cold. I'm worried about you." Sirius put the thermometer back in the werewolf's mouth. He fussed with the covers until he was sure his love was warm enough. "Don't move. I'm going to take care of you." Then the healthy man left to go make soup and tea for the sick man.
Sirius carried the food and drink to his ill boyfriend. He set the food down on the bedside table and turned to the man in the bed. He was asleep. Sirius smiled. 'I missed twelve years of taking care of my Moony for a stupid decision?' Sirius thought and shook his head. 'Well, I'm here now, and I guess that's all that really matters.' Truly, that is all that really matters.