Title: A Doctor's Oath

Character(s): Lily E/P + James P

Summary: Lily Evans is a nurse working under the arrogant, un-emotive Dr. Potter. However when one of his best friends is rushed to the E.R, will Lily realise that maybe this Dr. isn't so heartless after all?

Notes: Okay, so the long awaited chapter is here. To all of the people I said the update would be sooner than now, well, I lied. I'm kind of, maybe, very good at procrastinating. Anyways... here you go the latest chapter. Based on Sirius, because I bet you all want to know what happens next! Please, please, please review – and also don't hesitate to follow or favourite. Until next time, Mint~

Shout-outs: Thanks to 'CHM13', 'Life-is-short-so-am-I', 'Indigo-Dragon-Rider', 'Books-are-air' and all of the guests for reviewing the last chapter.

Warning: Includes mentions of strong themes.

Chapter Twenty-One

Hogsmeade village was what Sirius believed to be every child's winter wonderland. It had the best sweet shop in all of London, which had been founded in 1872, a store developed purely for practical jokes and even family friendly inns. It was known purely for the way snow covered the streets like silk – but in the summer months it had a beauty to it that Sirius had never seen before. It left Sirius in a short state of bliss as he looked around in awe.

There was also an abandoned shack that added mystery to the small village, another puzzle piece that added to the village's reputation.

The shrieking shack was rumoured to be the place where most people went to die. The old folklore was that anyone who entered the shack would be haunted by a poltergeist until eventually they would kill themselves. So naturally, it was said that all of those who went to the shack were suicidal – and in a way, Sirius supposed they were.

Either way, legend of not, Sirius wanted to test the theory. He'd already snuck out of the hospital even with his injuries, visited his dead brother, ripped one of his stitches and arrived at the shack. There was no way he was going to back out now.

Some blood soaked through Sirius' shirt sleeve, but he paid his arm no notice, instead he pushed open the tattered door to the shack, wincing at the creak it created.

"If this poltergeist is real," Sirius muttered to himself, "then it's only given me the courage to do what I was already going to do."

The inside of the shack was not as dull as the outside. It was plain, with old paint that was peeling off the walls, and cracks in the walls. It wasn't this that caught Sirius' attention though; it was what had caused the cracks in the walls that captured his eye.

Carved into the walls, were messages left by all the people that had come to the shack before.

"He's not picking up his phone!" James cried out in panic as he slammed his tea on the counter. Lily put a hand on his, but he didn't calm down this time. Instead he shrugged her hand off. Knowing that it would be pointless to say anything, Lily rose from her seat to grab some napkins.

"Why don't you track his phone?" Remus asked, from where he was sat opposite him, "we saw him leave the hospital on the CCTV, but surely he wouldn't leave without a phone."

James nodded quickly looking down to his phone. When Lily returned with the napkins, she calmly cleared up the tea that James had spilled. Remus took a bite out of the brownie he had bought, and for a brief moment, Lily wondered how many brownies Remus actually bought and ate every day.

James turned pale after a few moments. He looked back up at Remus blankly,

"He's left his phone in his hospital room."

I'm Drew Ryan, and I was here 2-10-2010

Sirius read each of the messages with such a caution that he almost forgot to breathe. When he did eventually remember that it was required for him to function and live, he gasped for air, startled.

I'm Scott Howell, and I was here 5-12-2012

Sirius knew what they meant, obviously. He'd worked with suicidal patients in his life many times, so naturally he knew. Most commonly, suicide victims felt as if they had no meaning, no reason to be alive and recently Sirius had been feeling that way as well. Sirius knew what he was reading about much too well.

I'm Lauren Jefferson, and I was right here. 2011

He was looking at peoples last thoughts. He recognised some of the names from the newspapers a few months ago. It was both entrancing and scary to read the same messages written over and over again. These messages, Sirius told himself, were from people who hadn't wanted to be forgotten.

I was here – 2013 – Flora. Let's hope its better on the other side.

The air around Sirius was so cold that he felt like he was inside a freezer that was working in overtime. He looked to the left of the message he had just read, reading it carefully, before letting out a choked sob. His eyes immediately allowed the tears to fall, and for once Sirius wasn't even going to try and fight them.

Alphard Black, 2006, I was here.

Letting out a cry, Sirius shivered against the air. Looking at the writing in front of him, he slowly raised his hand, tracing his fingers across the letters his uncle had written years before.

"I haven't forgotten you Alphard," Sirius sobbed.

Trembling as he stood up, Sirius wiped his tears away with the sleeve of his shirt that wasn't covered in blood. He stood for a moment, staying still as he tried to stop his tears, before turning to leave the shack.

His eyes paused for a moment on something else and then suddenly all attempts he had made to stop his tears were pointless. Completely breaking down and letting out a howl of pain, his legs gave out and suddenly he was crying on the floor again.

Regulus Black, 2012 – Do you know what? I'm still here.

Once he was out of the shack and back in the streets of Hogsmeade village, Sirius was no longer in tears. He stumbled down the main road, trying not to allow his injuries affect his plans.

"Sirius?"

Sirius knew that voice – he could remember hearing that exact voice at his brother's funeral several months ago. He turned slowly, looking at the person in front of him with widened eyes.

"Andromeda," he breathed as he stared at his cousin. He swayed slightly on his feet, but if Andromeda noticed she didn't mention anything.

With brown hair that was slowly turning grey, Andromeda Tonks looked young for her age of forty-something. Sirius didn't really remember how old she was, birthdays and ages always got muddled in his head.

"Sirius, oh it's so good to see you!" Andromeda beamed at Sirius, and she looked like she would have hugged him in that instant if she hadn't been carrying two bags in each hand. "How have you been?"

Sirius wanted to smile back at Andromeda, but when he tried it came out as more of a grimace.

"I've been... alright." Sirius replied timidly, "how about you?"

Andromeda frowned slightly, but didn't start questioning Sirius on what exactly he meant. Instead she answered,

"I've been great. I've got a grandson now, he's called Teddy. I think you'd love him."

Sirius smiled weakly this time, though it still didn't seem to convince Andromeda.

"You should see Nymphadora now Sirius. She's not the little girl you and Reggie used to play with. She's grown up into such a beautiful woman. You should come around for dinner sometime, and I'll invite Nymphadora and her husband, and we'll all have pasta bake with peanut butter in like we used to."

"How did you remember that?" Sirius asked, a small laugh bubbling in his throat. He remembered the time perfectly, he had been ill once as a child, and his parents hadn't been able to leave work to pick him up. In the end, Andromeda had picked him up, and she had offered to make him some pasta with any topping he could think of. He'd chosen peanut butter.

"Oh Sirius," Andromeda responded, "I'd never forget that."

Andromeda didn't realise the weight behind her words, but within seconds, Sirius had wrapped his arms around his cousin in an embrace. A single tear ran down his eye, and he trembled against his cousin.

"Andromeda," he mumbled under his breath, "thank you Andy. Thank you so much."

When he took a step back, Sirius smiled gratefully at his cousin. However, Andromeda didn't smile back.

"Sirius..." she trailed off, looking at his shirt in worry, "Sirius, why are you bleeding so much?"