Yes, I'm still alive and I even managed a new chapter! (Me thinks it's
pretty good, but that won't interest too much of you, right?)
Sylvia: Thanks for reviewing! Yeah, I like that sort of stories, too!
Long Night
After Dumbledore and Madam Pomfrey had left Remus sat down next to Sirius bed. He'd made himself a cup of fresh tea, he wasn't sure if his stomach would hold any food now.
The mediwitch had told him, that the fever would probably go worse, as well as the cough. She'd given him some Pepper Up Potion, some for dreamless sleep and others against the fever. The Animagus should rest for the next days.
Drinking his tea Remus watched over his friend, lost in thought. Sirius was still too thin, his cheekbones standing out sharply. One could still count every single rib, but at least he wasn't looking like skeleton anymore. The reason for his bad bodily shape wasn't malnutrition, quite the other way around, Remus was making sure his friend got more than enough to eat. The vivid nightmares were to blame for his thinness.
Sirius would wake up screaming nearly every night, nauseated by the visions of his bad dreams. He almost always was sick afterwards and the mere smell of food would made him puke his guts out. Remus didn't mind the mess, it was cleaned of quickly with a flick of his wand. The toll it took on the other mans body was worrying him much more. He had already tried Dreamless Sleep Potion, but taken too often that stuff made addictive. Relaxing baths or teas didn't help either and secretly Remus knew that it wouldn't. He was well aware of the fact, that his friend would need much more time to get over the past.
He put the cup down as he finished his tea and leaned over to stroke the hair out of Sirius face. He had a slight fever and was turning over every now and then. Still, he didn't seem to be troubled with any dreams. The sun was setting and Remus let out a yawn and settled back in the comfortable chair. A few minutes later he drifted to sleep.
He opened his eyes, wondering what had awoken him from his peaceful slumber. The storm had started raging again, snow twirling in front of the window madly. The branches of a tree next to the house were knocking against the glass and the wind whistled loudly as it blew through the bald twigs. Remus got up and stretched out. Rubbing his slightly cold hands he sat down on the edge of the bed.
Careful, as not to startle him awake, he laid his hand on the Animagus' forehead. Sirius was still asleep, but his temperature had risen, painting his cheeks pink. In the faint light of the candle beads of sweat were glittering on his skin and his damp hair stuck to his neck and face.
Remus wetted the washcloth lying on the nightstand and placed it on Sirius forehead. The other man moaned quietly in his sleep, but didn't awake. Remus wondered how far Bright, his tawny owl, had come in this weather. He was very fast but not half as intelligent, making delivery somewhat difficult sometimes.
James and Sirius had gotten him the owl for his twentieth birthday. "And how should I name him?", Remus had asked as he had opened the cage to let the bird out. He flew straight into Remus' birthday cake, letting out a slightly panicked hoot as the cream stuck his feathers together. "How about Bright?", Sirius had commented dryly. He smiled at the memory. Even after fifteen years the owl wasn't showing senility. At least not physically.
Remus sighted and turned his attention back to his friend. His breath was somewhat uneven and little coughs were disturbing him every now and then. "Sirius?" He laid a hand on his sweat slick shoulder, rubbing softly. "Padfoot, are you awake?" Sirius led out a moan and turned his head away, coughing. Remus rummaged through the glass vials and bottles on the bedside table and after some search pulled out a little, dark blue tin. He unscrewed the top and rubbed the creamy white balm on Sirius chest to sooth the coughing. He seemed to enjoy the caress, relaxing under the werewolf's palms.
Remus pulled the covers back over him and went in the kitchen. He started making some broth. He was getting hungry now and figuring that Sirius should eat, too, he cooked something digestible. He also made some fresh tea, while he waited for their meal to get warm.
When he went back into the bedroom with a tray holding their dinner and tea, Sirius was sitting upright in bed, sheets pooling around his waist. He was shivering slightly, looking around with blank eyes. Remus frowned and put the tray down. "Sirius? Are you alright?" He didn't seem to hear him, but continued to stare of in space. Sitting down beside him Remus laid an arm around his shoulder, shaking him gently. "Sirius?", he tried again. The Animagus turned towards him, looking at him with hollow eyes. He made quiet grunting noises as he tried to suppress the coughs.
"Oh dear." Remus picket up the discarded blankets and wrapped them around Sirius again. He pushed him down gently. The cough broke free this time, racking his body violently. The high temperature seemed to bring the old memories back up with the fever dreams. Mixing a dose of the Fever Potion Madam Pomfrey had given him in Sirius' bowl he sat down on the bed and cradled the other man to his chest. Supporting his head he held the dish to his lips and let him sip the broth slowly.
After some swallows the dark-haired wizard sank back into the warm embrace, spent. His breath came out in short gasps. Remus put the wet washcloth back on his face and slung his arms around him. Hugging him he began to murmur soothing words while Sirius cuddled to his chest and coughed lightly. The werewolf let out a sigh. This was going to be a long night.
The heat was unbearable. He felt as if he was burning up from the inside. The air around him was cold, but in no way comfortable. Breathing was hard and it hurt in his lunges. Sirius coughed, trying to get rid of the awful lump in his sore throat. He only succeeded in making the burning worse. He felt something on his shoulder, than on his chest. It wasn't as warm, but the cool sensation wasn't unpleasant either.
Sirius head was pounding, but the hands on his chest soothed the distress, making him relax and forget. The heat was still there, but not as intolerable as before. He drifted back to the dark.
Or was the dark drifting to him? It was funny, but the black wall seemed to move towards him, only to draw away again. And it was moving. Something in or before it was stirring. But that wasn't right somehow. Sirius groaned inwardly. It was so hot, making it hard to think. The shadows came nearer and suddenly something cold swept over him. Icy cold, making him stiff and immobile. It didn't last long, his skin felt incredible hot again and the dark shadows became tinted slightly red. He didn't now why, but the visions frightened him.
His skin was burning, inside icy cold clamped over his heart. He couldn't move, the shadows were drawing nearer sending jolts of panic through his paralysed body. He simply stared in shock.
"Sirius?" The nice, comforting hands were pulling him back, shooing the fearful shadows away. Moony was there, Moony was taking him away from the shadows. The cold melted away as the warm comfort surrounded him. He had to cough again, it left a sensation like fire in his throat. His friend soothed him, a mild spicy smell flowed through the air around them. Sirius felt something warm being placed at his lips, the liquid was thick and moderated the burning. He nuzzled closer to the body protecting him. Soon he began to drift again, Moony staying at his side and chasing the darkness away.
Remus watched over his friend for the next two days. He was tossing and turning feverishly while he drifted in and out of consciousness, murmuring in his dreams, violent coughing-fits racking his already weak body. The werewolf let him sleep as much as possible, only waking him every few hours to give him something to eat or drink and changed the bandages while Sirius was asleep.
The wound had probably been infected and the cold had done the rest. Remus was staying in bed with Sirius most of the time, the body heat helping him to relax and comforted him with gentle words. The Animagus seemed calm whenever he felt Remus next to him.
And? What do you think? Was it good? Or bad? Or just poorly done? Really, that interests me! So please review!
Sylvia: Thanks for reviewing! Yeah, I like that sort of stories, too!
Long Night
After Dumbledore and Madam Pomfrey had left Remus sat down next to Sirius bed. He'd made himself a cup of fresh tea, he wasn't sure if his stomach would hold any food now.
The mediwitch had told him, that the fever would probably go worse, as well as the cough. She'd given him some Pepper Up Potion, some for dreamless sleep and others against the fever. The Animagus should rest for the next days.
Drinking his tea Remus watched over his friend, lost in thought. Sirius was still too thin, his cheekbones standing out sharply. One could still count every single rib, but at least he wasn't looking like skeleton anymore. The reason for his bad bodily shape wasn't malnutrition, quite the other way around, Remus was making sure his friend got more than enough to eat. The vivid nightmares were to blame for his thinness.
Sirius would wake up screaming nearly every night, nauseated by the visions of his bad dreams. He almost always was sick afterwards and the mere smell of food would made him puke his guts out. Remus didn't mind the mess, it was cleaned of quickly with a flick of his wand. The toll it took on the other mans body was worrying him much more. He had already tried Dreamless Sleep Potion, but taken too often that stuff made addictive. Relaxing baths or teas didn't help either and secretly Remus knew that it wouldn't. He was well aware of the fact, that his friend would need much more time to get over the past.
He put the cup down as he finished his tea and leaned over to stroke the hair out of Sirius face. He had a slight fever and was turning over every now and then. Still, he didn't seem to be troubled with any dreams. The sun was setting and Remus let out a yawn and settled back in the comfortable chair. A few minutes later he drifted to sleep.
He opened his eyes, wondering what had awoken him from his peaceful slumber. The storm had started raging again, snow twirling in front of the window madly. The branches of a tree next to the house were knocking against the glass and the wind whistled loudly as it blew through the bald twigs. Remus got up and stretched out. Rubbing his slightly cold hands he sat down on the edge of the bed.
Careful, as not to startle him awake, he laid his hand on the Animagus' forehead. Sirius was still asleep, but his temperature had risen, painting his cheeks pink. In the faint light of the candle beads of sweat were glittering on his skin and his damp hair stuck to his neck and face.
Remus wetted the washcloth lying on the nightstand and placed it on Sirius forehead. The other man moaned quietly in his sleep, but didn't awake. Remus wondered how far Bright, his tawny owl, had come in this weather. He was very fast but not half as intelligent, making delivery somewhat difficult sometimes.
James and Sirius had gotten him the owl for his twentieth birthday. "And how should I name him?", Remus had asked as he had opened the cage to let the bird out. He flew straight into Remus' birthday cake, letting out a slightly panicked hoot as the cream stuck his feathers together. "How about Bright?", Sirius had commented dryly. He smiled at the memory. Even after fifteen years the owl wasn't showing senility. At least not physically.
Remus sighted and turned his attention back to his friend. His breath was somewhat uneven and little coughs were disturbing him every now and then. "Sirius?" He laid a hand on his sweat slick shoulder, rubbing softly. "Padfoot, are you awake?" Sirius led out a moan and turned his head away, coughing. Remus rummaged through the glass vials and bottles on the bedside table and after some search pulled out a little, dark blue tin. He unscrewed the top and rubbed the creamy white balm on Sirius chest to sooth the coughing. He seemed to enjoy the caress, relaxing under the werewolf's palms.
Remus pulled the covers back over him and went in the kitchen. He started making some broth. He was getting hungry now and figuring that Sirius should eat, too, he cooked something digestible. He also made some fresh tea, while he waited for their meal to get warm.
When he went back into the bedroom with a tray holding their dinner and tea, Sirius was sitting upright in bed, sheets pooling around his waist. He was shivering slightly, looking around with blank eyes. Remus frowned and put the tray down. "Sirius? Are you alright?" He didn't seem to hear him, but continued to stare of in space. Sitting down beside him Remus laid an arm around his shoulder, shaking him gently. "Sirius?", he tried again. The Animagus turned towards him, looking at him with hollow eyes. He made quiet grunting noises as he tried to suppress the coughs.
"Oh dear." Remus picket up the discarded blankets and wrapped them around Sirius again. He pushed him down gently. The cough broke free this time, racking his body violently. The high temperature seemed to bring the old memories back up with the fever dreams. Mixing a dose of the Fever Potion Madam Pomfrey had given him in Sirius' bowl he sat down on the bed and cradled the other man to his chest. Supporting his head he held the dish to his lips and let him sip the broth slowly.
After some swallows the dark-haired wizard sank back into the warm embrace, spent. His breath came out in short gasps. Remus put the wet washcloth back on his face and slung his arms around him. Hugging him he began to murmur soothing words while Sirius cuddled to his chest and coughed lightly. The werewolf let out a sigh. This was going to be a long night.
The heat was unbearable. He felt as if he was burning up from the inside. The air around him was cold, but in no way comfortable. Breathing was hard and it hurt in his lunges. Sirius coughed, trying to get rid of the awful lump in his sore throat. He only succeeded in making the burning worse. He felt something on his shoulder, than on his chest. It wasn't as warm, but the cool sensation wasn't unpleasant either.
Sirius head was pounding, but the hands on his chest soothed the distress, making him relax and forget. The heat was still there, but not as intolerable as before. He drifted back to the dark.
Or was the dark drifting to him? It was funny, but the black wall seemed to move towards him, only to draw away again. And it was moving. Something in or before it was stirring. But that wasn't right somehow. Sirius groaned inwardly. It was so hot, making it hard to think. The shadows came nearer and suddenly something cold swept over him. Icy cold, making him stiff and immobile. It didn't last long, his skin felt incredible hot again and the dark shadows became tinted slightly red. He didn't now why, but the visions frightened him.
His skin was burning, inside icy cold clamped over his heart. He couldn't move, the shadows were drawing nearer sending jolts of panic through his paralysed body. He simply stared in shock.
"Sirius?" The nice, comforting hands were pulling him back, shooing the fearful shadows away. Moony was there, Moony was taking him away from the shadows. The cold melted away as the warm comfort surrounded him. He had to cough again, it left a sensation like fire in his throat. His friend soothed him, a mild spicy smell flowed through the air around them. Sirius felt something warm being placed at his lips, the liquid was thick and moderated the burning. He nuzzled closer to the body protecting him. Soon he began to drift again, Moony staying at his side and chasing the darkness away.
Remus watched over his friend for the next two days. He was tossing and turning feverishly while he drifted in and out of consciousness, murmuring in his dreams, violent coughing-fits racking his already weak body. The werewolf let him sleep as much as possible, only waking him every few hours to give him something to eat or drink and changed the bandages while Sirius was asleep.
The wound had probably been infected and the cold had done the rest. Remus was staying in bed with Sirius most of the time, the body heat helping him to relax and comforted him with gentle words. The Animagus seemed calm whenever he felt Remus next to him.
And? What do you think? Was it good? Or bad? Or just poorly done? Really, that interests me! So please review!