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Chapter 4-
Sirius grunted. Sweat poured down his face and in every possible way he was exhausted. He gripped the parallel bars on either side of him, his whole arms shaking. Unable to handle the strain his left arm caved in and Sirius fell straight forward in a tumbling mess. He heard chairs screech and two pairs of arms helped lift him back into a wheelchair.
"Sirius are you hurt?" Remus bent down to look at Sirius in the face.
"No..no..I'm fine," Sirius replied, breathing in a deep breath to settle his pounding heart.
"I think that that's enough for today. You're exhausted. Harry, can you..-"
Harry was already nodding, heading out the door. Remus smiled softly then turned his attention back to Sirius.
"Are you sure?"
Sirius had his eyes closed. He opened them, though they protested. He lifted his overworked arms and felt for Remus' face. Remus' hand landed gently on his. Sirius gave a smile. Remus smiled and put Sirius' hand on his mouth so the other man could "see" it. Sirius let his hands run over Remus' face for a few moments before he couldn't lift them anymore. He let them fall to his sides. Remus frowned a bit.
"You overworked yourself today. I should've known you would."
Remus and Madam Pomfrey had proposed this idea, the idea of muggle therapy. Though he couldn't feel anything nor move anything from his waist down, it was good upper body strength training. Remus had also read about something called shock impulse treatments. It was supposed to help people who were paralyzed by awakening the impulses and muscles. Sirius was a bit wary and so far hadn't answered whether he would do it or not. Magically, there was nothing that could help Sirius. Remus, not one to give up had began researching muggle ways.
So now Sirius worked everyday trying to make his legs stand up, but so far nothing happened. It had been a week and Sirius was a bit discouraged. So today he thought he might try to go overtime. Bloody stupid idea.
Harry came back in. "Bath's ready. I already put clothes and towels in there for you two."
Remus glanced at Sirius who was a bit slumped down. He looked at Harry who had been looking at Sirius too.
"Ah, thanks Harry. We won't be too long."
Harry tore his gaze away from Sirius. "Take your time. I'm going to go down and visit Dobby. It's been awhile since I've seen him."
Remus stepped behind Sirius and pushed the chair forward. Sirius gave a jerk, as if he had fallen asleep.
"Wait, where we going?"
"To get a bath. Harry just said it was ready. Did you fall asleep?"
"Harry?"
Harry came closer and touched Sirius' shoulder. "Yeah I'm here. I thought about going to see Dobby."
"Ah, ok. Say hi to him for me will you?"
"Yeah, sure. See you at dinner."
Harry help the door open and watched as Remus wheeled his godfather down the hall toward the bathrooms.
"It wouldn't be so bad if you could see. You'd be making tons of progress by now, not that you haven't already."
Sirius nerely nodded as he leaned against the tubs edges. He knew Rmeus thought he was depressed. As he sat here and thought, maybe he was. To be totally honest, Sirius didn't know what he was feeling. Exhaustion was pretty much taking the place of everything in his body. That and the blinding headache that pulsed with everything tiny movement.
Sirius rubbed his eyes. It seemed his eyesight was getting even worse. Basically everything now was a big black spot. He could barely make out shapes now. Sirius sighed. If coming back from the veil had cost this, then Sirius wasn't so sure he wanted to be here. He couldn't walk, couldn't see. Used to being one of the most independent persons on the earth, he was now in the totally opposite category.
He noticed that Remus had stopped talking. The bathroom was utterly silent, save for drops of water.
"Remus?"
Sirius turned his head trying, willing his eyes to see something. "Remus?" Sirius called a little louder this time.
Sirius felt his heart pound. He was stuck here. He couldn't walk and if he could he couldn't see and if he could see he couldn't walk..
"REMUS!"
He heard voices and a door wrenched open. He heard someone walk near the tub.
"Sirius? Sirius what's wrong?"
It was Remus. He was then being lifted out of the tub and back into the wheelchair. A towel covered his naked body and Remus put a hand to his face.
"Sirius?"
"I couldn't..I didn't know where you were."
"Weren't you listening Siri? I told you Harry was outside and I'd be right back," Remus replied softly.
"I couldn't..I.."
Remus pulled the man into a tight hug, which the latter fully returned. When they broke apart Sirius put a hand over his eyes and massaged his aching head with the other one.
"How bad is your head?"
"It hurts pretty damn bad," Sirius whispered.
"Come on let's get you dressed."
It took longer than Sirius liked to get him dried off and clothed. Then Remus set him back in the chair and they were off. Instead of turning west, Sirius noted that they had turned east. A couple more minutes passed and they turned. Remus stopped and shut a door behind them.
"We're in my room. Madam Pomfrey said that you might like it better in here than the hospital wing."
Sirius didn't say anything, but Remus didn't need to hear anything anyway. He turned to Sirius who was staring straight ahead, eyes closed.
"Are you hungry?" He got a slight shake of the head. "Tired?" He got a slight nod.
Remus picked Sirius up with ease and gently set him down on the bed. He noticed Sirius' breath grew deep and steady as soon as the man's head hit the soft pillow. Remus smiled and crawled on the other side. He wrapped his arms around his lover and kissed Sirius' cheek. Remus closed his eyes and was asleep almost as quickly as Sirius had done just seconds before.
Not all that great of a chapter and a bit shorter, but hope you enjoy all the same.
