Equinox
Editor: Sora Issabella Lupin-Black
It was March 20th , Padfoot's birthday, when the accident occurred.
We were having a party in the common room, hosted by me.
He, of course, was partying his life out in the center of the room, playing every game I set up all at once while eating droobles.
Anyone who saw Sirius at that time would never have guessed the events that were about to unfold.
Suddenly, about 4 hours after the party began, Sirius collapsed to the floor and all was silent, including him.
I began to rush to his motionless body yelling: "Someone get help!"
I kneeled at his body and checked for a pulse, only to find that there was none.
I then checked for breathing.
Same results.
At that moment, panic began to overwhelm my body.
"He's not dead." I told myself helplessly. "He's not dead."
After repeating the phrase a good six times, common sense began to kick in.
I picked up the body and hurridly made my way to the hospital wing.
Once I reached my destination I burst open the door, found an empty bed and placed Padfoot in it.
"Mr. Lupin what is the meaning..."
"I'm sorry Mdme Pomfrey," I quickly began. "But Sirius doesnt have a pulse, nore is he breathing I didn't know what to do so I brought him here."
"How long has he been like this?" questioned Mdme Pomfrey.
"About four minutes." I responded.
At that moment, something in my head told me to think over what I had just said, so I did.
"About four minutes."
After repeating the sentence again, everything made sense to me.
Padfoot's blood flow and breathing had stopped for about four minutes and counting, it meant two things.
One: He had gone into cardiac arrest.
Two: His chances of survival were minimal.