I will write longer HP fics! Till then... enjoy and review? ;) 100 word drabble.
The plain white walls make him sick.
Blood has dried on his shirt and arm and the wound is covered. None of the nurses had bothered to offer to change his shirt or wipe away the mess. Weren't nurses supposed to do that? Instead they scuttled away from him, gave him pity looks, which annoys him, because he asked the doctor and was told that he was fine. Perfectly stable.
Then... why was his mother crying?
What was his father refusing to look at him?
Remus frowned.
Honestly, it was just a scratch... it didn't even hurt anymore.
