Sirius' POV
The familiar smell of the disinfectant used in the hospital ward greeted me. If I could, I would have groaned. I don't remember how I got here. But god I hurt. I hurt all over. I tried to move but found I couldn't. After a few moments of trying, I gave up. I was sore, and hungry. I hadn't fed from my mate in days and I could feel it. I could feel myself getting weaker and weaker. As I thought about this I was drifting in and out of consciousness. Then I smelt it. My mate. And he was worried and scared. I tried to force my eyes open to reassure him but they wouldn't do what I wanted them to do. My vampire was fighting with me to take care of my mate but my body won over and all I could do was listen as my sweet mate sobbed by my bedside. What had happened?
The next time I was aware of being awake, it was dark. This time, my eyes did open. I blinked a few times, getting used to the dark. I glanced to the side and there he was. Moonlight shining on his face, causing him to grimace in his sleep. As I was looking at him, I started to hear his blood pound. My mouth watered and my fangs elongated. I shook my head lightly. Then winced at the pain as I turned away. I didn't deserve it.
I didn't deserve it but oh Merlin I wanted it. I wanted him and his blood more than I wanted my life at that moment. I must have let out an involuntary moan at the thought because I saw him shift slightly. He had moved his head and now there was more of his neck on show. It was begging to be caressed and tasted.
I smiled at the look on his face, he was clearly dreaming. My heart hurt at the thought of how I had been lying to him lately. I think he suspected that things were worse than he thought. He always looked sad when I told him I was clumsy or didn't see where I was going. I strained my brain trying to think of what had happened in order to render me a patient again, but I couldn't remember. That whole area in my brain was blank and fuzzy. It was like there were no memories of that time. I knew who it was, of course I did. The Slytherins don't let a 'blood traitor' in their house for long. Not without letting them know how they feel. It was not an ideal place to be. I had thought that at least my brother would stick by me but, clearly blood is not as thick as water. They did not appreciate my new look or my new family status. Not only was I a stain on my family, I was now a stain on our house. Maybe it would be better if I just did what they wanted and ended it all.
This thought was disturbed as I looked over and saw dull brown eyes groggily opening to look at me. That's why I won't let them win. My mate. My life.
'Siri..'