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CHAPTER TWO

By: The Demonic Duo

Remus walked silently to the room that was prepared for him, trying desperately not to react unsteadily to the women that were escorting him. He was uncomfortable that the shortest woman, Molly, had a hold on his wrist the entire time, making Remus want to snatch it away from her and strike her with his nails until blood ran from either her face or his inevitably broken nails. His body was shaking violently as he ambled quietly with them. They turned down yet another corridor with slender signs hanging on the ceilings above the doors, each stating different names. He spotted the one that said Lupin, Remus.

Stopping in front of the room, Remus felt his feelings palliate, knowing that the place would leave him isolated, alone and the way he prefered it. His parents never understood why he favored to stay silent, but he had for the majority of his life and could only once remember when he spoke aloud. It was only one word but resulted in punishment because it was considered bad. Shit. The dog bit his shoulder and he cursed, but he was punished? They regretted it now, he knew, but the wound of their shrieking at him never faded.

He glided into his room quickly, wrenching his arm out of Molly Weasley's grip. He turned and looked at her accusingly, letting his arms drop at his side. His right arm was sore from her grip and Remus decided he didn't like her all that much. When she stepped forward he scambled away with a snarl. Molly looked at him with a hurt look and pursed her lips in worry, stepping backwards and closing the door. Remus watched in satisfaction when the door was locked. Finally, he was alone.

Kneeling onto the bed, he was surprised at how stiff it was and surprisingly comfortable. The sheet felt good against his hands and he ghosted them over the soft fabric greedily. Inhaling deeply, he detected the scent of the laundry detergent mingled with the all-over smell of the hospital. It was musky but not completely unpleasant.

As a small boy, Remus knew he never liked hospitals. He considered the doctors as nice, patient and hard working people but didn't like the feel of the atmosphere. The medicine, the bleached floors and perpetual smell and feel of ceaseless movement and vibrated bleeps from machines. It was revolting and fearful all the same.

Looking at the ceiling, Remus watched the shadows that played against it. He frowned at the taunting patterns that revealed movement and life in the hallway. He knew someone was there, not only from the light but the said person wasn't what Remus would call stealthy. He ignored them, assuming it was the nurses again. Lily, the taller red-head, had said patients recieved periodical checks. Exhaling quietly, Remus moved his arms behind his head and went back to watching the ceiling.

His parents were fed up with him, their efforts of getting him to interact with anyone were fruitless. When a person he didn't recognize came closer, he would screak his throat raw, scratching and kicking at the air in a piteous attempt to rid himself of their troublesome presence. Their fuse was shot when he hospitalized his twin brother, Romulus. The scratches on the poor boy's face would never settle right and were very likely to scar permanently. Sure, Remus felt bad but nothing could change how horrible Romulus was to him. The prided child who got away with tormenting Remus to the point of hysterics deserved what he recieved, in his opinion.

There was a steady scratching on his door, reminding him of how his dog was when he wanted inside from the rain. Remus took a glimpse at the door, the head of the bed pressed up against the wall was making it an akward attempt. Standing up cautiously, he made his way to the door and peeped out the bars. He didn't see anything.

Remus bit his lip in thought and grated his nails roughly on the door in reply. The noise stopped. He waited anxiously, wondering what was happening, but still he didn't speak aloud.

"BRAGH!" Someone blared huskily, jumping into view of the bars. The boy's blonde hair was matted sickeningly to his head, giving him a dirty and unbathed look.

Scuffling backwards quickly, Remus opened his mouth in a silent scream. He fell and curled up frantically, wailing loudly in a rhythmic pattern. The shrieks were cut by small gasping pants and then after the fourth scream he would gulp down air quickly and start again. Perhaps this startled the terrifying blonde because Remus subconsciously noted that he was no longer heard, then again, that may have been because his screams were deafening to even his own ears.

Lights went on outside his room and the sound of keys clinked loudly outside the door. One of the people from the night crew were trying frantically to get the door unlocked, panicking from the noise that erupted from the room. Finally opening the door, Remus's shrieking became before violent. The man came over, leaning over the patient's body and gripping his shoulders.

"Shh." The man said softly, yelping as his face was swiped at. "Hey, calm down!"

Others from the night crew came in and spread around, grabbing at his arms and legs to keep him still. Remus recognized one of the nurses, but couldn't be bothered with their name. He remembered her from the front desk.

Remus coughed painfully, his throat aching but he refused to let up. Tears ran down his face when he felt the needle slide into his arm. They were giving him sedatives. He whimpered, his struggles becomming more sluggish. Knowing that he was fighting a losing battle, Remus allowed himself to fall limp and stare in defeated silence at the wall before he closed his eyes and blacked out.

Remus woke, mildly aware of the time because Molly Weasley was sitting on his bed. It was morning to afternoon sometime, otherwise her shift would be over.

"Are you alright, hun?" She asked softly. "They gave you a surprising dose..."

He eyed her quietly, still too drowzy to scream. He didn't understand why people insisted to talked to him when he never responded. In the end they'd just be disappointed. He wouldn't talk for anyone.

TBC.

I like this story so far, too bad I know I'm going to get impatient with it and make it utter crap. Aah, don't let me discourage you, read and review! I have a quarter of the intended story written so far, which is maybe eight chapters, and reviews will definitely encourage me. Wink Wink. Nudge Nudge.