Remus sat in the chair next to the bed that Sirius was lying in. His eyes were vacant and he often drooled, but Remus couldn't leave his side. Just because Sirius had suffered the dementor's kiss didn't mean Remus could stop loving him; could stop taking care of him. Remus owed it to Sirius to take good care of him. Everyday, three times a day, he would spoon feed him oatmeal or soup. Every night Remus would carry Sirius to the bathroom and bathe him, wash his hair, and shave his face. Most would think of it as a burden, but Remus got to talk to Sirius, and pretend that he could hear an answer.
Sometimes, it was all Remus could do to keep him from killing them both.