Author's Note: Sorry, sorry! I edited things again. I can't help it, I'm about two marbles short of being obsessive compulsive. I'm decided to cut up the chapters and make them shorter-- I figure I can get them out faster that way. We'll see if I'm right about that.

Rating: PG-13

Warnings: Alternate Universe (where Sirius still lives...) and slash.

Disclaimers: I do not own.

Summary: They say love is blind... Well, so is Snape. And only his worst enemy is capable of snapping him out of his downward spiral into self-destruction.

Love is Blind

Prologue

It was all the same; shunted from one department to another. Poked and prodded, examined and observed to within an inch of his life, only to be told over and over again in every possible way how they couldn't help him.

"Sorry, we can only help with curse effects."

"It doesn't seem to be a jinx..."

"Healing physical wounds... ah, yes. That would be the floor below. You were misdirected."

"I really wish we could be of help, but we can only speed up the healing process."

"Oh, dear. The scar tissue has already formed."

"If we slice through again in the exact same place..."

"Somebody attacked you with a sword? Good gracious, how medieval."

Well, the bastards could just go get themselves stuffed by Cornish Pixies! He didn't need them anyway.

"We're very sorry, Mister-"

"Professor."

"Professor Snape... we're very sorry, but there's nothing we can do. Perhaps if you had come to us sooner-"

The Potions Master stood abruptly, black robes billowing out behind him and the Healer was startled into silence. "That's enough. I'm leaving."

"Mis- Professor. I couldn't possibly allow you to leave unescorted..." Severus gave the man such a scathing look that he swallowed nervously. "In your condition... Saint Mungo's would be held accountable..."

"Then find me a bloody escort! I refuse to stay in this stinking hell pit another moment!"

To Be Continued

Sirius: Hey, why aren't I in there yet?

Severus: Stop whining.

Sirius: Don't tell me what to do!

Severus: You really haven't progressed past the level of a twelve-year-old, have you?

Sirius: Prick.

Severus: Git.

Sirius: Bastard.

Severus: Wanker.

Sirius: Sod.

Severus: Spnrk! (chokes on laughter)

Sirius: I win.

Tanarion: ... I'm glad the two of you are keeping yourselves occupied.

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