CHAPTER SEVEN

By: The Demonic Duo

Sirius was half carried into the small and padded room located in one of the more remote hallways. He was beginning to squirm uncomfortably in the confinement coat and the nurses' hold on it. They held it in a painful fashion, where his arms became numb after only moments of being treated in such a maner.

"What set you off, Sirius?" Lily murmured sadly, letting her co-workers move aside before sitting next to him as another woman took care of the scrapes on his neck.

Sirius stared at her, his lips pressed in a firm line. She knew, from very prior experience, that this meant he was being stubborn and wouldn't release a word from his mouth on the matter. Sighing, Lily smoothed his hair away from the lacerations and dipped it into a seperate water container to rid it of most of the blood. The water clouded quickly and she removed the locks and squeezed the dampness into a hand towel.

Sirius closed his eyes, gritting his teeth. "Can't you at least take the jacket off before you leave?"

Lily hummed lightly, obviously disappointed with him. "No, especially not after today's episode. Good God, Sirius, what were you thinking? And poor Remus, new here and already assaulted by you, of all people."

Sirius snorted. Of course. Remus Lupin looked innocent, but did they know that he was on the one who really gave Peter Pettigrew the literal face lift? No. He had a feeling they never would.

The nursing staff was finished with him shortly after Lily's final statement. The room was silent for nearly the entirety of his medical treatment and then everyone left, leaving him alone in the room. Like most of the other rooms in the tiny hospital building, the door had a small window. It was considerably larger than most of the rooms, taking up half the door, and covered with padded bars. It was to make observation easier, he was told once.

Huffing loudly, Sirius flopped onto his back and stared at the ceiling in disdain. How long until he could return to his own room? They wouldn't give him the luxury of knowing so that he could count down the days and nights. It would have given him something to do.

The purpose of this room was not only to keep you away from other patients, it was to make you think. It reminded Sirius of stories of how parents would send their child to their room to think things over and instead of doing just that, the kids would be playing with toys or video games.

Unlike them, if he did anything wrong as a child, he'd recieve quite the flogging. He reckoned that he got rather used to the pain, and now, he thought of Remus who scratched the surprisingly long nails down his neck. Shivering, he closed his eyes and breathed slowly out of his parted lips.

Yes, pain had become a very familar part of Sirius's life, good and bad times alike. Though with Remus, it felt naughty and extremely sexual, arousing intense interest from Sirius.

He sat himself up, slouching over with his eyes still closed. His mind was racing over the possibilities of Remus digging his nails painfully into his back and knawing sinfully hard on his shoulders or neck... maybe his thighs if the other allowed for it.

Now, though, wasn't the time for such thoughts. He was stuck in a room, and if he were to get a hard-on, he wouldn't have the means to take care of it before the staff came to check up on him. Oh, the woes of being a caged animal.

Sirius rolled around the room, trying to pretend it was at least a little fun. Soon, he tired of it and rested on his side and stared at the wall, bored.

"Ugh..." He muttered, rolling flat on his back again and inhaling deeply. "NINETY-NINE BOTTLES OF PILLS ON THE WALL! NINETY-NINE BOTTLES OF PILLS! TAKE ONE DOWN, CRAM IT ALL DOWN! NINETY-EIGHT BOTTLES OF PILLS ON THE WALL!" He sang obnoxiously, thinking of the medication that patients had to force down their throat. It only took him until the ninety-first bottle before someone came by and hollered at him to stop.

Sirius closed his eyes, panting slightly from exerting his lungs. Getting more frustrated, he was about to pick up where he left off when the doors opened and Molly came in. He frowned at her, rolling onto his side and facing away from her.

"Don't start that, damnit." She snapped, causing him to gape.

"Did Molly just curse? Sirius finds it funny when Molly curses." He said , glancing over his shoulder at her, blinking with mock surprise.

She sighed, not responding to the question, unlocking his restrains instead and letting him out of it before slinging it over her arm. He stared at her, then at the lunch on the ground. "You'll be in here until tomorrow, but I'll be nice and let you sleep without the jacket, but if you start singing again I'll cram you back into the jacket. Jill nearly had a stroke hearing your... rendition of the song."

Sirius cracked a smile, stretching out and cracking his joints. The older nurse closed her eyes, not up to berating him about the sick habit he had with cracking his back and joints.

"Good night, Sirius." She murmured, locking the door after she stepped out. "And please... please just learn to calm yourself." Molly pleaded. "Your life would be so much easier."

He watched her face disappear from view, contemplating what she said while he munched on the food that he was granted with. Sirius chewed slowly, thinking about how life would be like if he could control his temperments.

TBC.

Hehe, yeah, that's short too. - Sorry? I'm trying to get back into the groove of writing this. Besides, hopefully Remus's P.O.V. will be more... interesting? (Hopefully.) Review, please!

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