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Shoes squeaking on polished floors, almost slipping in their haste, a trail of crimson droplets following them.

"HELP US!" They cry desperately. Help us.

Remus flinches when a pair of beaten up trainers stop beside him.

Jasmine. She smells like jasmine. It soon gets scrubbed away by the sterile smell that clings to these corridors—a stark contrast to the pungent smells that had attacked his senses not too long ago. The jasmine gets lost in the tangy, metallic scent that has latched onto him, digging its claws deep into his flesh.

They almost crash into a spindly looking man with tiny spectacles. His furry blond eyebrows shoot up in alarm once he looks them over. He curses.

"Help us," they beg, both glancing at the limp figure they are carrying princess style in between them; each pressing a hand to the boy's abdomen.

The man steps to the side and gestures to an open door a few feet away, "quickly in there!"

He can feel her body heat radiating off of her, and her words come out as a garbled mess, or perhaps he just can't hear her properly. His head is spinning.

He blinks and the next thing he knows they are laying the raven haired boy on the bed.

The spindly man is stronger than he appears, knocking the werewolf out of the way—not unkindly—and he mutters an incantation and a loud ringing sound erupts from his wand.

In his peripherals he can see her peering at his wound, she's asking questions. So many questions. He ignores her. He can't focus. Everything is moving so slowly.

Remus let's out a sharp gasp of pain, it's so loud, even when it stops he can still hear it. Ring, ring, ringing.

Healers rush into the room and soon they are all calling out commands and shielding James from view.

Someone grabs his arm—the bad one and he snarls viciously, his head snaps in their direction, eyes shining amber and gold.

Jasmine.

The female Healer drops his arm as if he's burned her and stumbled back, fear painted across her features.

It hurts.

A male healer is right behind her, a sneer deeply carved into his face as he realizes what Remus is. "You're one of them."

He gruffly grabs Remus by the front of his shirt, "you need to leave."

Ron is yelling at the man, hands moving to pry Remus from his grip.

"JAMES."

It stings.

Fingertips like ice, touch the skin just below his wound and Moony lets out a soft whine. Or did he? He doesn't know. He feels so heavy.

So heavy.

He can't feel anything aside from her fingers and the cold floor cutting into his arse.

Where is Ron? Remus thinks absently.

"Get out you filthy beast!" The male healer exclaims, not releasing his vice grip on Remus, his other hand moves to furrow into Remus's hair and it's like all the strength in his body is drained out of him.

He catches sight of ginger hair, and then Remus barely catches sight of Ron before the wizard dives forward and sinks his teeth into the Healer's arm.

The healer loosens his grip, an angry cry erupting from his thick lips.

Ron leans back with disgust smeared across his face, "mate, you can fuck off. If you say anything moronic like that again, I'll show you a real beast." Ron smiles mockingly then, his promise hanging in the air like an exclamation point.

Ron grabs Remus's good arm and pulls him outside of the room, they step to the left of the doorway and Ron's mouth is moving but Remus doesn't catch all of it. His ears are still ringing.

Lily, Patronus…Dorea...be right back. Stay here.

Tears well up in Remus's eyes, blurring his vision until everything is a mess of colour.

Remus stumbles backwards, back hitting harshly into the wall. He winces. His knee buckles and he roughly slides down against the wall.

He's exhausted. He just wants to sleep. His eyes are locked onto the drying blood that coats his arms, is smeared across his abdomen and jeans.

It hurts.

Pain is radiating from his arm, and weaving its way across his body and the gash is pulsing as if it has its own heartbeat.

It hurts.

He blinks blankly and his eyes are burning, the tears hanging off his bottom lashes.

He takes a deep breath and lets it shudder out of him, his head falling back against the wall and his breathing is getting quicker and more and more shallow.

He should find someone to help. He should get up. Remus moves his fingers, his vision clearing slightly as he glances at his hand, but it's not moving.

I need...to...get up, he thinks tiredly. He needs to move.

He vaguely hears the door open.

Squeak, squeak, squeak.

Then the jasmine wafts into his nose. It takes a colossal amount of effort to blink a few times, but he does and everything sharpens slightly.

Then she starts talking and it takes way too much effort to listen to her.

He just wants to sleep.

It's probably a good thing that I'm still in pain, Remus muses. He glances at the starch white ceiling and blinks again, slowly, ever so slowly. Everything is all distorted and weird.

She gives up on talking to him he assumes because then she's assessing his wound.

Then come her cold fingers.

It's so cold, cold is everywhere and it doesn't hurt as much anymore.

Spots begin to dance in front of his eyes and he's smiling, at least he thinks he is, he can't tell if he's actually moving or not.

He swallows thickly, his tongue dry and like a chunk of lead in his mouth.

It takes everything he has left to turn his head and look at the healer. He sees light brown eyes and an errant thought passes through his mind, Hermione.

His lips part and he musters up one last burst of energy and it comes out as a low, low murmur, "help me."

One of his eyelids twitches half closed and then he simply fades into darkness.