Under My Skin
Chapter three
"Jessie's strange, isn't she?" Lucius asked as he got dressed to go to sleep. When he didn't hear his friend say anything, he noticed that he was sitting on his bed with his shirt off, trying not to wince from the pain that was causing the crimson liquid to trickle down his back. Sighing and walking over to his friend, Lucius sat down behind him, and seeing all of those old scars open again brought back painful memories of that summer, and of the year before.
Picking up the bandages and antiseptic that was sprawled across the bed; he poured some of the peroxide on a rag, and began to lightly dab it on his friend's wounds. Severus never was a talker, and when he had seen him smirk when Jessie had been talking to him, it put a smile back on his lips. Severus had been through hell, miraculously survived, came out broken and beaten to a pulp, had died, then tonight had come back to life, even if it was only a few minutes. That girl, Jessie, she had given Severus something to smile about.
It was a feat much obliged and very welcomed to make Severus smile. The last time Lucius had seen his friend smile, it was when they had heard Severus' mother talking to his dad about divorce papers, and that was when they were eight.