CHAPTER THREE: I DID SAY NOT TO TALK

"Remus? Rem, are you alright? Can you hear me? Remus!" The voice came as though from a long distance. He tried to call out to the voice, but he couldn't make a sound. He couldn't move. He couldn't even see. He had no sense of how much time had passed, or what had happened.

"Molly, help me! I…He…I think he needs to go to St. Mungo's. Please, tell me what to do! I have to help!" The voice was worried, and scared. He wanted to help the voice, but he didn't know how. He didn't know who it was. He didn't even know who he was. All he knew was that he hurt all over.

"Its okay, child. He will be okay. But you need to stay out here for now." The voice was different. He liked it. It made him feel safe. But he really wanted the other voice to come back. When did this voice get here? Did the other voice go away forever? He didn't want that to be right.

"No, you don't understand! He needs me. I need him. I want to go in with him." Ooh! It was the first voice. The one that made him feel good inside. He wanted to stay with that voice forever.

"It will be okay child. I am the expert on this kind of injury. The best thing you can do for him is to talk to my assistant. She will tell me everything important you tell her, and that will help me more than anything in fixing him. Can you do that for me? For him?" It was that other voice. The safe voice. The one that made him feel like he would stop hurting soon. Then it was talking to him.

"Remus Lupin, you have hurt yourself very badly and I am going to take care of you now. I know you are not a child, neither is your odd companion, but when you are like this, it is best to be sure you know what is going on. I am going to make you sleep now. It will make the pain go away for a while. I will be here the whole time until you wake up. I will bring in your…friend…as soon as I can. I promise you she will be here when you wake p. Now, just try to relax." He tried to tell her that he didn't know what it meant to relax. He thought it was something to do with a body. He didn't know if he had one of those. And if he did, he didn't know how to make it relax. Then he felt more pain on his arm, the arm that hurt the least. It made him sleepy. He slept, and felt no more pain.

When Remus woke up, he realized that he had no clue where he was. This wasn't Sirius's safe room, or his bedroom, or even the Burrow. It was too clean to be Dora's house. And the walls were white and bare. He didn't know anybody who had such bare walls. He hated them, and wanted to know what was going on.

As soon as he was done realizing all this, Remus realized that he hurt. All over. He had never hurt this bad, not since the last time he had gone without the Wolfsbane Potion. That had been the night after Peter, Lily, and James's service. He had gone without the potion so he could mourn for his friends in the only way he knew how. He would let the wolf show his deepest feelings for him, let the wolf express for him how he really felt. It helped sometimes, being a werewolf. The wolf really did know how to make Remus feel better, in its own way.

He didn't know what had happened last night, or if it had even been just last night. He assumed it had been a full moon, he had not taken the potion for some reason, and he had mourned…for whom? And…how could it have been a full moon? That won't happen for another six days. But…he felt like he had just gone through what he called the "All Hallows' Moon" again. Why?

He looked around the room. He didn't see Sirius, but if he was somewhere public, well, that made sense. He instead saw the only person that he would ever love, that he would ever let himself admit to even fancying. He would never tell anyone except himself though, and still denied it even to Sirius. It was Dora…no, Tonks.

She turned around, almost as if she felt his thoughts on her. The worry in her eyes made him want to hold her and tell her it would be alright. However, one attempt to even move was met with the most pain he had ever felt, in body and heart. His injuries prevented him from moving without excruciating pain, and his inability to comfort Tonks made him hurt deep in his soul. She raced to his side as he fought to control his tears.

"Rem! You're awake. Healer Folgard said you shouldn't try to move, or talk, so stay there while I go get her, okay?" He smiled wryly at the 'no moving' part of what she said, and very nearly started crying again. He was about to tell her okay when he remembered she said not to talk either. And if it hurt anything like moving had…He tried to convey his meaning through his eyes. She apparently understood, as she walked hurriedly out of the room.

She returned almost instantly with a stout elderly woman. He realized he must be in St. Mungo's because of the disgustingly designed robe she wore. Either St. Mungo's or a Muggle mental hospital. Then he became aware of the fact that she was talking to him.

"…or speak at all. But I think you'll hardly need reminding of that, you were in here about fourteen years ago for the same condition. So you just be a good man and let Nymphadora here feed you your dinner. Your medicine is in your food, so eat it all if you want the pain to go away. It will take a few days of this treatment, probably about two weeks, before you can go home. And then, Nymphadora, love, you must stay with him round the clock and keep the medicine ready for him, okay?" Tonks looked simply murderous at this Healer's use of her real name, then looked at Remus and nodded her agreement to the Healer.

Remus felt a sudden strong urge to tell them what they had obviously forgotten: the full moon was just days away! He couldn't stay in here during it! The need to tell them overrode his fear of the pain it would induce, and he attempted to communicate his predicament to them.

"Bu-AAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!" The pain was so intense he screamed in agony, tears flooding over, and passed out while still having convulsions. He passed out too quickly, and didn't see how Tonks had reacted so quickly, throwing herself to the bedside and screaming out his name in fear.

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