Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter
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Sirius stayed sitting next to Remus the whole morning, until he was persuaded to leave by Healer Kathrine. Apparently, the healers surmised from his condition that Remus had simply not eaten anything for around a week before and after the full moon. In his weakened state his body had simply shut down. Werewolves were extremely hard to kill and no one had ever heard of one dying of starvation, but Remus must have been unconsious for at least a week before he was found.
Sirius went back to the flat, which wasn't as creepy in daylight, though he went in by the balcony and got out as quick as he could. He checked into the hotel which was close to St. Mungo's and ate lunch. Then he unpacked and sat, watching the hospital room Remus was in without blinking until his eyes watered.
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He got a Chinese Takeaway, even though he hated Chinese food. Afterwards he remembered it was basically what Remus lived on half the time, that and tea.
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The day after, Saturday, Sirius once again sat next to Remus until he was kicked out. Healer Kathrine told him Remus looked better, was getting better, but there was nothing he could see. How could he know Remus was better if he was being fed by tubes and wouldn't wake up?
"Remus! Why didn't you tell us? We would have helped."
During Saturday Sirius spent a lot of time muttering under hos breath about 'stupid bloody werewolves and their stupid bloody pride.'
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Sunday dawned. Sirius was waiting for an hour before he was allowed in. He saw more people than usual, but didn't pay them any attetnion. He took the stairs four at a time, and raced to the ends of corridors. He knew today was special.
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The smell of disenfectant, the feel of crisp sheets. A door creaking open, and shutting again. The scrape of a chair being pulled back, and then the thump of someone flopping down into it. Scraping again.
"Hello Remus. Listen, Moony, you've got to wake up. For me. Today."
He could hear the voice, but the words jumped in and out of focus. There was a hand in his, he could feel it.
"Today, you have to wake up today, Sunday, because..."
The voice got lower but it got closer, and he could feel breath on his cheek, warm and smelling of mint. Smells of leather, dog hair.
"...I love you."
He had to show he'd heard.
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Pressure. light but sure. Sirus stared at Moony's hand. He squeezed back.
"You heard." It was a statement devoid of any emotion. He sat and stared and at Moony. "You heard." He took a deep breath. "Today is Sunday, did you know? So you had to wake up today, because of it being a day of prayer and whatnot. And because I love you." Sirius paused, emmensly grateful there were no healers present, and then continued: "You have to wake up and get better today because it's Sunday, and because I will buy you chocolate if you do, because I love you-"
"And," Remus croaked, startling Sirius, "Because it's Christmas."
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And it was.