Snape was admitting that he was dying and he certainly didn't know how to break the curse, thought Remus. The curse was like muggle cancer. It spread slowly in the beginning but as the time passes it grows stronger and destroys every organ and cell in its path.
"So, when are you going to tell them?" asked Remus trying to break the silence. Severus jerked his head to him quickly, and Remus swore he heard a snap. "I'm not going to tell anyone, neither are you. And if I find that someone else knew of our little conversation, you will be a one sad werewolf." Hissed Snape with his wand held in his hand even though Remus could detect a slight tremor in it. "As you wish, Severus" said Remus with his hands held up harmlessly but they lowered slowly when his senses could smell the coppery smell of blood in the air. And true to his nose, he could see as blood spread on the new bandages that Minevra had recently changed. Remus looked into the black eyes that glazed until they closed and Snape's head slumped forward making Remus jump into action. He quickly checked the potions master's pulse, he found it. It wasn't strong but not weak. The curse was already destroying the man's system; he should try and find which one when he has the chance. The bleeding was increasing and he placed his hand on the man's head to lift the soft black hair to find blood smeared also from his head wound. Severus' breath was now hitching as Remus looked around him to find anything, he turned to look at the huge dark desk and he quickly went to search for anything. He ran his palm on the surface until he felt a slight bump in the wood, he pressed on it and a small cabinet opened that had many potions vials in it. They must have been hidden here for a reason, thought Remus. They were varied in sizes; he took one of them quickly in his blood smeared hand and sniffed at it. He gasped and dropped the vial as it chattered on the desk, its smell still burning his lungs and stinging his eyes. It was a very heavy dose of painkiller that contained Silver; his head swam for a few seconds until the effect decreased. He cautiously took one of the vials and ran back to the unconscious man. He checked the pulse, it was weaker than the first time but the man wasn't breathing properly at all. No, no one was going to die again on his watch, thought Remus bitterly as he flung the continents of the vial into Severus' mouth. A few drops fell from the man's mouth then he swallowed the rest. Remus placed the vial to the side to avoid any contact with the silver potion. The man had added silver to the painkiller, and concentrated silver with a vast amount in the batch. It wasn't even common for painkillers to have silver in them because it was expensive, but it should have a strong effect on the body. But it should have aftereffects for this huge dose; suddenly he slapped his forehead sharply at what he had done. He had dosed the man with the full vial even though it was destructively concentrated. He felt something drip on his face and he touched his lips slowly, his nose was bleeding heavily from the silver and he could feel the metallic taste of blood in his mouth as blood flowed from his nose. His head was fuzzy as the wolf was stirring from the silver, he hadn't heard of anyone transforming on a day that wasn't the full moon but he could feel like he would. The room suddenly was filled with green light as the flames of the fireplace blazed dangerously as someone flooed into the office. He quickly directed his wand and stood in front of Severus protectively even though his vision was starting to darken on the edges.
Minevra stopped dead at the sight that met her. Remus was pointing his wand at her, "What's wrong, Remus? Where is Severus?" asked Minevra softly and slowly took out her wand when Remus didn't reply her but she could already see the black robes of Severus behind him. She inched closer to the side and took in the sight of Severus' bloodied face and neck. She gasped and trained her wand at Remus who she noted had a glazed look into his now gold eyes. The werewolf's eyes, and Remus' face was bloodied at the mouth and teeth. She looked at Severus and surely his neck was bleeding. "What have you done to him?" screamed Minevra as the golden eyes gazed at her. 'Stupefy!' shouted Minevra as she stun him and then bound him with ropes as she couldn't find it in her to make them silver, he fell limply onto the couch next to the unconscious ex-death eater. She kept her wand trained at Remus for a few seconds then she ran towards Severus as she tried to shake him slowly. When he didn't answer her as she hoped he would she went back to the fireplace and called for Poppy. She waited anxiously as she watched two of her remaining students who were covered in blood. She couldn't help the few tears that fell from her eyes and the sob that escaped out of her mouth. Luckily, Poppy came when Minevra felt like she would suffocate from the tightness of her chest at the sight of her cubs. Poppy gasped but she professionally conjured two beds and placed both wizards carefully on them and then each one of the witches held on one of the wizards and went through the flames towards the now empty infirmary. "Place him slowly on the bed" ordered Poppy as she placed Remus on the bed and started scanning him. Minevra couldn't take her eyes off Severus and as gentle as humanly possible she levitated Severus onto the infirmary white bed, she removed the black locks that had fell on his face. A shiver ran down her spin as her hands touched his blood, she didn't move that much when Poppy came to her side to scan him. She cleaned both wounds and Minevra breathed a little easier when she the blood was removed as it had soaked her hands.
"What is wrong, Poppy?" asked Minevra as she ran her hands through the bloodied hair. "They are both, alright. Nothing that couldn't be healed with a good night rest." Said Poppy as she patted the black clad legs softly with a sad look in her eyes as she gazed at both wizards and then at the witch that looked stoic but was shivering from inside. "Come, Minevra. You need to rest too." Said Poppy as she placed on the other witch's shoulder. Minevra shook her head as she sat at the edge of Severus' bed and kept running her hand in his hair. "What happened, here? The infirmary is empty except for those two." Asked Minevra softly for the sake of breaking the tension. Poppy sighed and sat on the edge of Remus' bed and placed her hand on his. "Most of the patients have been moved to as the school infirmary was just hosting them until they could deal with all of the major damages that needed professionals. And the professors and minor injured were sent here for the moment. They all were sent after you were released this morning." Said Poppy as she noticed how a bit of the tension left as she went on with her tale. She would have suggested a calming draught hadn't she known how stubborn the Gryffindor head of house was. "What do you think had happened, Poppy?"Asked Minevra as she looked into the still face and looked at the hair. A silver hair had wrapped itself around her fingers letting her remember how fast these boys had grown. "Remus had been in contact with silver, that might explain all the blood and how he is unconscious. Severus had overly exhausted himself as his body is still fighting the venom of the snake, and his wounds open easily because of the poison. They will heal but they will take some time." Said Poppy as she felt Remus stir under her hand, she stroked him softly and he breathed deeply again. "What did you find before you called for me?" asked Poppy after she felt that her patient had gone back to sleep. "I…I found Remus first. He had his wand pointed at me but I thought it was just a mere reflex, and then I saw Severus. His face was covered in blood and his neck too. And when I looked back at Remus his eyes weren't his. It was the werewolf looking at me, it didn't attack me. I noticed the blood on his mouth, I thought that he had bitten Severus or killed him. I wasn't thinking straight." Said Minevra as she gazed at Remus, she felt the tightness again in her chest when she remembered that she nearly had killed him by thinking of the silver ropes. "It's alright, Minevra. You did well; none of the boys are hurt." Said Poppy as she coaxed Minevra into standing and going to the matron's office o try and slip a calming draught into her tea.
Remus straightens in his bed as soon as echo of the witches' feet stopped. He had lost control, was all Remus could think of. He looked at Severus in the bed next to him, he was breathing okay so Remus turned his head back. He rested again in his bed and fell asleep again as soon as his head touched the pillows. He kept going in and out of consciousness for more than three hours till he gave up trying to sleep again. He sat up and turned for the thousand times to look at the sleeping figure next to him. His eyes took a moment to adjust in the dark as the moonlight flittered from the window opposite them. Severus was murmuring in his sleep incoherent words that Remus couldn't understand, and his head was tossing from side to side. Remus stood up and went to sit in the chair next to the bed. He touched the warm hand that was gripping the white sheets. It felt good in the cold night's chill that ran through the stone of the castle. His hand tentatively went to touch the black strands that were a contrast on the white sheets. He frowned when he could feel that Snape's hair wasn't greasy at all, and he couldn't help feeling guilty at what he had thought of it when he was with the marauders. His hand brushed against the cold skin of Severus' face. He was lost in his thoughts when a thought struck him, why is his hand warm. Remus straitened at this thought and he slowly touched the now hot hand, it was the left hand. And even though every instinct in him told him not to, Remus slowly eased the black sleeve. The dark mark, it was inflamed and red. The snake was moving dangerously and quickly around the skull, and the skin around the mark was red and the one nearest the mark was cracked and had a black hue in it as if the ink was slowly seeping through it. Snape's face was now clammy and a few sweat drops slipped off the sides of his face. Remus' eyes were locked onto the mark, it was the first time he saw it from this distance. He slowly inched his hand over it and felt the magic in it as it tried to stop his hand but he stubbornly did and he touched it. There was a sudden blast as for the second time he was thrown by the burst of magic and nearly got his head split in the bed. But he ignored it as his ears listened to inhuman shouts of agony that fell from the man's mouth. Severus was shouting at the top his lungs and the sound echoed off into the castle, his back was arched in pain. Tears fell from Remus' eyes unconsciously at the sheer amount of pain that rippled through the man's voice, and Remus cursed his Gryffindor instincts that for the second time that day caused the Slytherin so much pain. "POPPY. HELP! ANYONE PLEASE, HELP HIM!" shouted Remus as he sobbed in the floor next to Severus as the man continued screaming, regardless of his shout the matron had already been on her way towards them. "Severus!" gasped Poppy as she her eyes fell on the tortured man. She just stood there with her hands on her mouth to try and stifle the sobs that were wracking her. The doors of the infirmary slammed into the wall; even though they had been open, to reveal Minevra. She literally ran to Severus' side and she nearly dropped at the sheer agony that her cub was in. "Poppy, do something. Please help him. Make it stop" said Minevra as she sobbed openly as she tried to hold Severus' hand. Poppy just shook her head as more tears streamed down her face. "Nothing could be done; any magical contact will only fuel it. Only Albus knew how to ease it. He'll have to fight it alone." Said Poppy as she sat on the chair next to the bed in defeat. She had already had her share of screams in the last few days, but to hear it from someone she knew and loved dearly was another thing. After a few minutes of screaming it began to stop, but they knew it was just because he didn't have any more energy to do so. So he reverted to the sobs with his body shaking, tears were streaming also from his eyes to fall to the sides of his face. It has taken fifteen minutes for the pain to end and mercy to be at last granted for Severus to be knocked unconscious even though slight tremors racked his body every few minutes. Remus was sitting at the end of Severus' bed, Minevra on Severus' right and Poppy on the chair to his left. There was no sound but the unconscious man's screams were still ringing in their heads. "It's my entire fault" whispered Remus pitifully while he was shaking on the bed. Minevra dried her face and looked up to him with red rimmed eyes. "I didn't know. I touched it…I touched the mark. And then he screamed" Said Remus as he regarded the shaking man that was now covered in the heavy blanket that the mediwitch had conjured.