Like a patient etherized upon a table
Worry coursed through Sirius. Remus, his more-than-friend, was in the hospital wing, possibly dying. Stupid full-moon! Stupid faulty floor board in the Shrieking Shack!
Remus had fallen through a floor board during the full moon, and had been stuck there all night, tripling the severity of his wounds.
Remus lay etherized on a Hospital Wing bed, while Sirius paced around it. Remus lay breathing from a charm that forces you to take in and let out oxygen. Remus lay dying.
No! Sirius thought to himself. Remus will not die. He couldn't. Sirius hadn't told Remus he loved him, so Remus couldn't die. If he did, Sirius would kill himself. Literally.
Sirius sat down on the chair next to Remus and took his hand. His pale eyelids fluttered on Sirius's contact.
"Sirius?" moaned Remus.
"Shhh, Remus, it's okay, I'm here," soothed Sirius.
"Sirius… I love you," whispered Remus. Sirius sat stunned. He had never suspected this.
"Y-You do?" stuttered Sirius.
"Yes, that doesn't bother you does it?" croaked Remus.
"No, Remie, no it doesn't. Not at all. I love you to."
"Good," said Remus and he fell asleep again.