"night of the full moon"
Disclaimer: I do not own Remus or Sirius.
Chapter 4:Sirius' POV
Well, after that, Remus had a short period of wellness, where nothing was wrong with him. I was thinking of taking him home when it happened. I was down in the St. Mungo's kitchen getting Remus some lunch. I came back up, thinking that everything was back to normal now.
As I entered the room and set down the tray of food, I glanced over at Remus. His face was pale and his eyes were clenched shut in pain. His breaths were coming in ragged gasps and he was sweating profusely. I walked toward him and touched his cheek with one finger. He winced; his skin was scorching to touch. I was frozen in fear; I thought he'd been getting better.
I ran out of the room and toward the lift, knocking people out of the way on my rampage. I jabbed the down button frantically. It wasn't coming! I sighed, remembering I was a wizard, and apparated to the main desk.
"Look, I don't care if he's a werewolf all right, he's my friend and I think he's dying. You have to treat him. You have to." I began to cry softly. "You have to…."
"I don't think anyone will but I'll see…" she began.
"Here." I said, fishing in my pocket and pulling out a sack of money. All the money I had with me. The woman stared at it for a minute, then said. "Come with me."
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The next minutes were a blur, all I was thinking of was poor Remus. All I know is that, next thing I knew, I was in front of Remus' door with a specialist. He entered and when he saw Remus, he frowned.
"This man should have been treated a while ago."
"I know!" I cried out, trying to hold back tears at the look in Remus' glazed over eyes. "They wouldn't take him."
"That was very wrong of that woman to say. She will be dealt with. And if this man dies, you will be reimbursed."
"NO!" I yelled, running for the doctor and gripping him by the shoulders. "He's not going to die! Because you are going to treat him." I said, through a waterfall of new tears. "You have to. And even if he did die do you think I would care about getting reimbursed??" I spat disgustedly. "I don't care about money! All I want…" I sighed. "…all I want is my friend back." I let go of the frightened doctor and sat down in a chair, running my fingers through my too long hair, crying.
"I will do what I can young man. I will try my best."
I looked up, tears glistening in my eyes. "Thank you." I wiped my eyes. "What's wrong with him anyway?"
"Well, it seems as though this nasty cut on his leg has contracted a rather dangerous infection of some sort. That's why he's got the fever."
I held back a new wave of tears. This was not good news.
"No doubt, it could have been stopped, had he been treated earlier." He frowned and went to examine Remus' leg. "I will put some antiseptic on this and check up on him in the morning. For now, there's nothing to be done about his fever."
"Okay, okay," I said, distractedly, watching Remus breathe. "I'll see you then."
"Please keep a close watch on him."
"Of course."
After the doctor put some cream on Remus' leg, he left. I pulled the chair next to the bed and pushed a lock of sweaty brown hair off Remus' brow. I didn't see how I would ever fall asleep.
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Well I don't remember falling asleep but who ever does? I awoke the next morning to a jumble of people in white coats around Remus' bed. I tried to look over their heads, "What's the matter with him?" I asked, but everyone ignored me.
After a few minutes the doctor I'd been speaking to came out of the crowd to talk to me. "The man has fallen into a coma."
I sunk back into my chair, staring wide-eyed in shock. "Well, will he be okay?"
"We're not sure at the moment. Those healers are putting him on life support and all we can do is hope for the best."
I barely heard him. I was slowly realizing that I might lose one of my best friends. I put my head in hands.
"I recommend you stay here with him." I heard the man say, I nodded.
They all left after a few more minutes and I was all alone with Remus. I couldn't stand seeing him like this. There were lots of needles in his arms that connected to a machine next to him and he had an oxygen mask over his mouth and nose. I knelt down next to the bed and grabbed one of his hands.
"Remus, I don't know if you can hear me but you have to come out of this. If you don't, I…..I…I don't know what I'll do. Please, try. Try for Padfoot." I said to him. I clenched his hand and put my head next to his body, crying.
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Over the next few weeks, James and Lily came to visit often. All I could do was act hopeful when they were there and cry when they left. The first time they came, James took one look at him and walked to the window, staring at nothing in particular. I knew he didn't want me to see him crying so I didn't say anything. Lily cried and talked to him a lot when she was there. She would tell him that he had to wake up in time to see the baby being born. I would silently add, "You better wake up long before that."
After some time, I had been rifling through some of my old things, searching desperately for memories. I don't know why I did, I only got more depressed. Well, I was looking in a box labeled, "My old stuff", one day and found a nice looking red ledger book with a label on the front reading, "The Marauder's Chronicles."
I opened it and on the front page was written, in Remus nice neat handwriting, "Welcome to the notebook of the marauders, if you are a prefect, teacher, or Filch, please get out right now unless you want to be sprayed with a jet of stinkweed. In this notebook, we will record all the interesting, sad, funny, or exciting things that happen to us while at Hogwarts. Enter fellow marauder and enjoy yourself."
Tears welled up in my eyes, I remembered making this back in third year. We had figured out that Remus was a werewolf and after he realized that we weren't going to abandon him, he bought this notebook to store our memories in. I remember asking him why he thought we would stay friends? He had replied. "I know, Sirius. I just know. People as compassionate as you are easy to get along with. And it's not every day a werewolf gets friends you know."
So I brought the notebook with me to the hospital and read the notes in it to Remus, hoping he could hear it somehow and come out of it.
A/N: moving chapter, I think. The next chapter is going to be some of the notes that Sirius reads to Remus. It will be up in good time.