You Can't Love a Werewolf
Chapter Fiiiive.
Disclaimer: Not making any cash, thank god. I'd probably /lose/ money.
Author: Padfoot.
Note: The end? Aaaah, you all will luff it.
When Sirius had opened the door and Remus had stepped into room 152, he felt an odd chill about the place. The only bed was one in the back left corner, Healer's and their assistants all buffering around quickly, but silently. Lupin's breath escaped him and his heart beat louder than ever when he caught a glimpse of her bandaged body. Sirius walked in and walked by him stiffly, starting a conversation with one of the two Healers in soft whispers.
This could not be happening. As Remus approached the bed that the three Healers assistants were attending, a few tears rolled off his cheeks. She was suffering all because of him. In every possible way, he had harmed her. It was exactly what he had always feared. Remus broke her heart, and then violently attacked her in a way no human should endure.
He saw her face. It was paler than ever, her eyes shut peacefully in an unconscious doze. Tonks's hair was disheveled and unkempt, a knotted mess against the pillow, a few blades of grass still residing there. More tears poured down his face as he recalled the last moments they had spent together—that he could remember.
One of the assistants moving aside, he took a seat in the hard chair at her bedside. His eyes averted from the floor to her as he took Tonks's hand in his. The sleeve of Sirius's sweatshirt brushed lightly against her skin. She twitched slightly at the sensation of feeling.
Sirius's hand appeared firmly on his shoulder. "The Healer's say that they don't know if she can recover or not. She's…" his voice trailed off as he watched Tonks's slow and shallow breathing. His hand left Remus's shoulder as he began to pace around the room nervously.
Remus's thumb moved back and forth methodically on her hand, rubbing the smooth skin. It was agonizing to watch her like this. There was nothing he could do to help her recover. She was broke. And if she lived, why would she want anything to do with him? She would forever hate him for making her how she is. It killed Remus a little more every time he thought about it.
Sirius was still moving about. At Tonks's bedside, to the door, to the window, by the remaining Healer in the room, to the window, at her bedside… "Usually so good about it," he mumbled to himself, but the werewolf still heard him.
It was true. Everything that Sirius said, thought, accused him of. Lupin was usually wonderful at keeping track of his monthly routine. Days before the moon gets full, he would begin to feel the effects of it. The Wolfsbane Potion was disgusting, yes, but never a hassle. He had only let it slip this month because recent events had driven it from his mind.
She moved. Her fingers ran across his palm as she turned a little on her side. His thumb ran across her fingers again as he told her quietly, "I'm sorry." The pain in his heart was unbearable. "I love you," it hurt to say it. Tonks turned again, back onto her back, as a tear made its way down his cheek as he said again, "I love you."
Tonks's fingers moved again, as did her face. Remus's heart skipped a beat. She sighed, her chest rising and falling as her hand squeezed his. Remus was at the edge of his chair now. Her eyes slowly opened, and her lips formed a weak smile. "I love you," Tonks half-whispered, half-mouthed, eyelids blinking slowly.
Another sob left his mouth desperately. Sirius had made his way over to them. "Tonks!" whispered Sirius, his eyes lighting up as he made it to her side, his hand on her shoulder.
And the smile never left her lips.
I'm afraid that it's not too clear—did you get it? Tonks lives. I was kind of iffy on the ending. And yes, this chapter is extremely short. I'm aware.
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Written under the influence of cheesy Def Leppard love songs.
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