Writer: Azure K Mello
Title: A Bond Never Dies
Part: 16/?
Words: 277
Warnings: Angst. I am so mean to these boys.
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He ran back into the room and watched as his friend started to move. Sirius witnessed the sudden, sharp intake of breath and the room trembled as if in an earthquake. The movement made Sirius feel sick. He knew how weak James was after losing control and he was worried about the boy's recovery. The medi-witch, Mrs. Thort, was right behind him and he heard her gasp at the sight but he ignored the sound and climbed in to bed to stroke his. . . boyfriend's?. . . forehead. He made soft hushing noises as James rocked himself slightly. Rocking is a bad sign. The coping mechanism was meant to remind the body of life in the womb but the movement just caused wounds to reopen on his torso. Gently, Sirius stilled James' movement.
"No, Prongs. Lay still. I'm right here with you." He wiped the blood from James' body. "Is he gonna die?" he asked, looking up at the witch with tears in his eyes. "Please don't let him die."
"He won't die. This is the worst I've ever seen *him* but it's not the worst I've *ever* seen."
Sirius nodded and let the tears fall down his face silently. "Thank you."
"After I fix Mr. Potter up I want to have a serious look at you."
"I'm fine."
"The burn on your wrist is nearly down to the bone." She said as she started to clean, bandage and stitch up wounds.
"I heal very quickly. Professor Dumbledore cast a protection spell on me years ago." He said as he still held James close. "He'll be ok?"
Smiling kindly Thort said, "Yes, Sirius, he'll be fine."
Title: A Bond Never Dies
Part: 16/?
Words: 277
Warnings: Angst. I am so mean to these boys.
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He ran back into the room and watched as his friend started to move. Sirius witnessed the sudden, sharp intake of breath and the room trembled as if in an earthquake. The movement made Sirius feel sick. He knew how weak James was after losing control and he was worried about the boy's recovery. The medi-witch, Mrs. Thort, was right behind him and he heard her gasp at the sight but he ignored the sound and climbed in to bed to stroke his. . . boyfriend's?. . . forehead. He made soft hushing noises as James rocked himself slightly. Rocking is a bad sign. The coping mechanism was meant to remind the body of life in the womb but the movement just caused wounds to reopen on his torso. Gently, Sirius stilled James' movement.
"No, Prongs. Lay still. I'm right here with you." He wiped the blood from James' body. "Is he gonna die?" he asked, looking up at the witch with tears in his eyes. "Please don't let him die."
"He won't die. This is the worst I've ever seen *him* but it's not the worst I've *ever* seen."
Sirius nodded and let the tears fall down his face silently. "Thank you."
"After I fix Mr. Potter up I want to have a serious look at you."
"I'm fine."
"The burn on your wrist is nearly down to the bone." She said as she started to clean, bandage and stitch up wounds.
"I heal very quickly. Professor Dumbledore cast a protection spell on me years ago." He said as he still held James close. "He'll be ok?"
Smiling kindly Thort said, "Yes, Sirius, he'll be fine."