Sophia was hit with the smell of death. Although she had never smelt death before, it was an odour that was easily recognised. She walked into the middle of the room and looked around. The beds were filled, and some people were lying on the floor. Remus stood, giving orders to some 7th years who knew healing spells. Sophia waved a little to Remus and he saw her and strode up and hugged her tightly.
"Oh thank god. I hadn't seen you since you broke that death eater's arm. I thought you had been killed." Remus hugged her until she was almost out of breath.
"Where is Severus?" Sophia asked.
"Hm?" Remus said, as if he didn't hear her. Sophia realised he was stalling for time.
"Where is Severus? Please show me him?" Sophia felt tears in her eyes. Remus led her by the hand to a back section of the hospital wing, where there sat a man, in a little wooden chair, stretched out so his body was straight, his head down and his black robes shining with wet blood.
Sophia walked slowly towards him, and when she reached him, she knelt down at brushed his hair away from his face. He groaned. Sophia had tears pouring down her face, and she pulled herself up and kissed him on the cheek.
"Please get fixed, Severus. I need you." She said quietly into his ear. "What will Remus and I do when it's a full moon?" Sophia appealed to his professional side. "Who will teach the children potions? Remus? I think not." Severus groaned again. "Please? At least get something to stop the bleeding?"
"I don't deserve it." Severus said, with a gravely, dry voice. "I have killed too many innocent people, I have tortured and watched young children bleed out until there is nothing left. I should have died. I should have died." He coughed, which sounded like a repressed sob.
"Please, Severus. Hermione told me what you did. She told me you were so brave. Distracting the Dark Lord while he was hit with the killing curse. You have made amends. You have made me happy. You have helped rid the world of an evil, evil man. Please, please get the blood to stop flowing?"
Poppy had wandered over to see if Sophia had managed to get Severus to allow someone to help him.
"Please help him? Can you just force him?" Sophia asked Poppy.
"No, we tried, he's not letting anyone move him." Poppy shrugged. Severus groaned.
"Do it. Fix me." Severus said, and began coughing. Poppy looked at Sophia and they both rushed to his side, stood him up and walked over to a spare gurney.
Poppy undid Severus's robes and cut them off so the huge gash on his side was visible. Sophia tried not to gasp too loudly, she didn't want Severus to know how bad it was. Poppy waved her wand over Severus's wound, and the dried blood and dirt disappeared, leaning a gaping, and still bleeding wound.
"Can you push together those two sides, dear?" Poppy asked, and Sophia put a hand on either side of the wound and pushed them together. Poppy ran her wand down the line and the skin mended itself together. Severus was holding onto the bedsheets at his side, obviously trying not to scream. Sophia leant down and kissed his cheek. He relaxed slightly, and she stood there, staring at the long, light pink scar across his side.
Poppy gave Severus and Sophia a sleeping potion, and Severus moved over, Sophia lay beside him and they fell asleep, Severus on his back, and Sophia on her side, facing him, with his arm as a pillow and one leg thrown over his legs.