AN: Remus thought to his girlfriend (in his school days) when she's in the hospital wing. Partly inspired by the movie P.S. I love you and James Blunt's song Carry you home.
Obviously I don't own any of this.

You're laying there on the bed, a thick bandage around you neck. I have my own wounds, but I'm more concerned about you, my love. My hand holds your firmly, but you don't return it.

I'm not the only one here, James and Sirius stands on the other side of the bed, Peter is watching from the foot-end and Madam Pomfrey is sitting in a chair beside mine. We are all listening to your breathing, it's growing fainter.

I'm terrible sorry for running away during the night and causing you to have to go looking in the Forbidden Forest. I wish I had some control during the full moons, then I would have stayed in the shack and you wouldn't be attacked.

Pomfrey says I wasn't the one that did this to you. James says I can't blame myself. Peter says he should have walked together with you. It doesn't make any difference.

You try to draw a deeper breath, the sound reminds me of when my mother had pneumonia. Your fingers are turning bluer, your nails are already grey and I try to pull the blanket more over you, but the gash across my palm leaves such a bloody mess I give up.

We got you here as fast as possible, but it still may have been too late, you've lost a lot of blood. I will never forgive myself for this and I can't hold back the tears. James runs a hand over your hair now, your spell have gone out and it's back to the straw-colour I remember.

It's only three months since you fell out of my bed, confused and angry, but I liked you from the first moment. We may never know how you ended up there, but know this: I love you.

They don't dear to say it out loud, but we all know it. I'm trying to keep it together, but I don't want you to die and the tears run freely and soundlessly.

Your chest is barely raising now. I'm sorry you felt so insecure you had to cast beauty-charms on yourself, I think you are pretty no matter what. Maybe you were intimidated by Lily, Shannon, Patricia and the other girls. No need to be, you have a mind and soul that overcomes theirs easily.

I'm watching you breathing for the last time and then it's still. Sirius curses under his breath as I lean over our hands, shaking with sobs. Pomfrey tries to comfort me by putting a hand on my shoulder.

It doesn't help. I'm responsible for getting you killed. I can't go on without you. You gave my life a new meaning, made me feel like I was worth something. Sharing a bed with you was like being in our own private corner of Heaven. My feelings can hardly be put into words.

I loosen my grip on your hand a bit, you can't feel it anyway. I should never have let you or my other friends know of my condition, then this wouldn't have happened. I shouldn't have got involved with you, then I could have seen your soft smile from across the table at breakfast tomorrow, knowing you would be safe.

It can't be, but you are squeezing my hand. It's very vague and weak, but I straighten up to look. Your fingers are gripping around my palm and I move my confused gaze up to your eyes, they are open. It can't be, still it is.

The others have seen it too and Sirius swears again, this time loud. I don't care, a miracle have just happened.

Then the corners of your mouth turns up a little bit and I can't help but return it.

AN: A bit more (rambling) info on her: She woke up at Hogwarts with amnesia and no sign of who she was except a wand with the name Kevin Casey on it, which she insists is hers. She often just go by the last name or Kay, and soon fell in love with Remus.
When she wakes up properly she can tell them it was a female vampire that attacked her and a painful transformation begins. When she's became a vampire herself, she struggles to keep the hunger at bay, but in the end (after the second war, really long time for her) she's happy with husband and kids. She and Remus split up while the Potters where still alive. (*ramble over*)