Title: A Doctor's Oath

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

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

Notes: Well, this is a quick-ish update from my side, so I hope you're all proud of me. Though I wanted this to be really long, I've realised that I don't want to drag this out and make this lose what makes it good. So… I'm thinking that there may be a few more chapters (five – ten) before I wrap this all up… Anyways, enjoy, follow, favourite and review. Mint~

Shoutouts: Thanks to 'IndigoDragonRider', 'Elijah-Lover', 'Delectable-May-Reach', 'CHM13', 'Chauncey', 'Girl-on-fire-forever' and 'Books-are-air' for reviewing the last chapter.

Chapter Twenty-five

"...I'm sorry I don't usually ask but will you just take this one patient?"

"...Doctor Flitwick..."

"You know I wouldn't normally ask, but I'm completely swamped with patients."

James sighed, relenting to his colleague's request. He didn't really know Doctor Flitwick very well, but they apparently knew each other well enough to take patients from each other. Nodding silently, James nodded, taking the patient's chart from the small man. Running a hand through his hair, James opened the patient's folder scanning through the file, before looking back up at Flitwick.

"After what's happened to this guy, he doesn't need just a doctor. He needs a psychologist as well!" He exclaimed, pushing his glasses up his nose. Flitwick raised an eyebrow, before looking back at James with an expression that most likely said 'I'm Sorry'.

"He may be severely injured Mr. Potter, but he's in no need of a psychologist. He's actually a pretty cheery guy."

James rolled his eyes at Flitwick's over enthusiasm, almost as if he'd heard it all before – he had of course, but that wasn't so much of the point. Taking in a deep breath, James closed the chart, said goodbye to Flitwick and walked to the room of his newest patient.

Opening his eyes, the patient looked at James with questioning eyes. He had light blonde hair that curled slightly at the bottom, along with watery blue eyes. James sighed bitterly, before explaining in a kind voice,

"I'm you're new doctor – Doctor Potter. You've been transferred to my care."

The man nodded, smiling slightly as he held out a hand. The hand was completely bandaged, and it looked as if it was swollen, but he held it out anyway. James took it very lightly, giving the man a small smile in response.

"The name's Peter Pettigrew."

Now that he looked closer, James could see that most of Peter's body was bandaged – everything except his head and the top of his neck. Just knowing how Peter Pettigrew had got those injuries made James want to shiver.

"It's nice to meet you." James added. He let go off his weak hold on Peter's hand, and took a step backwards, opening Peter's chart again. Switching back to his professional mode, he quickly wrote a few notes on the chart. "Well Mr. Pettigrew, I'm going to keep you on the morphine for the pain. Also, if you'd like, I can get you a psychologist to talk with you about how you got your injuries."

Peter hesitated, thinking this over, but then he smiled.

"I don't think that I need a psychologist really – what's done is done. One of the bullies from university put my house on fire. Now he's in jail. I don't really need a psychologist for things that are in the past."

James frowned for a fraction of a second, before nodding.

"I see. You're quite the optimist aren't you Mr Pettigrew?"

Peter laughed, shaking his head. "Sorry, but I'm more of a realist."

James still hadn't visited Sirius yet.

Sirius took a moment to register this statement, before he let his head crash down onto his pillow. It was aggravating that his best friend hadn't visited yet – but what was even more aggravating was that he could understand why.

"Sirius."

And then, that one word made Sirius open his eyes faster than he could have ever imagined possible. In fact, he arched his body up so that he could see his friend from where he stood in the door way. They stared at one another, Sirius with a confused yet relief look in his eyes, James with angry and betrayed eyes.

"James," Sirius breathed. How long had it been since James had been angry at Sirius – it must have been years. Yet there the two were, looking at one another with hesitation blocking their friendship. "James... I..."

James turned his head – he couldn't even look at Sirius. If Sirius had been scared before that James would hate him, he was terrified now. He cast his eyes down to his hands, making it seem as if he were being scolded for his stupid actions.

"You're an idiot." James stated, still looking at anything but Sirius. He ran a hand through his hair, gritting his teeth angrily. At James' voice, Sirius looked up, his expression pleading for James to look at him.

"I know." His voice was like a monotone – a robot, but he couldn't do anything other than that.

"You shouldn't have left the hospital until you were healed." James' voice had raised a bit, but it seemed so far away that all Sirius heard was a mutter.

"I know."

James' fists clenched suddenly and he seemed to break away from whatever trance he had been in. He looked at Sirius with fury in his hazel eyes, and Sirius had to force himself not to look away.

"You obviously don't know!" He shouted in a voice that was a mix between a growl and a hiss. "You obviously don't understand that there are consequences and that you could have died! Don't you ever think?"

Sirius blanched, blinking in surprise, but James didn't seem to have finished.

"For crying out loud Sirius, you're a fucking adult! You're not a teenager, and you most certainly aren't a little kid, so I don't know why you're so keen to still act like one! I thought that I'd lost you this time and all because of your inability to fucking think straight!"

Sirius blinked again, stunned.

"I'm sorry." He whispered. His voice was hoarse as he tried to explain the words to James. Why couldn't he think of words that would help James understand? When he mused on it, Sirius realised that both he and James had changed a surprising amount over the past few months.

"Sorry just isn't good enough Sirius." Losing his vigour, James deflated slightly. He'd always hated being angry at his friends, let alone Sirius, but this time he needed to rant. He needed to get things off of his chest before everything caught on his shoulders. "Not this time."

Do you think James was right to get angry at Sirius?

What do you think of Peter?

What do you think will happen next?