Disclaimer: I own nothing except, of course, Jet.
One: Red
A/N: As I said in the summary this was written for my friend Lousie Foxhall's 'Skittles Challenge'.
If you want more about that head over to her profile (she's on my favourite author's list). Enjoy!
The first thing that drew Remus's eye as he entered the hospital wing was the skarlet blood blossoming from the bandages on her chest. The guilt inside him boiled at the sight.
Remus slowly approached the bed where Jet lay and perched himself nervously on the edge.
The deep red cuts that stood out starkly against her pale skin caused the anger to boil inside him.
He fought the urge to take her limp hand in his own. He had been selfish, his love for her had made him blind to the dangers she would face being with him.
He couldn't let her or anyone else come this close again.