All right guys here it is, unfortunately my power is out so I couldn't post this as fast as I wanted but here it is as promised.
Chapter 14 Guilt-
Sirius looked forlornly at the bed where Harry's body lay beneath the stiff paper thin sheets that the hospital had lain over his lower half, his green and purple covered arms placed straight beside him, there color striking against the stark white of the room. Sirius eyes kept being drawn back to the mottled flesh of his godson forcing him to memorize every single mark he could see.
He had situated himself to the right side of Harry so that he could watch Harry and the door, the hard light green chair as close to the bed as he could manage. He had been keeping vigil over the boy since the doctors had allowed him in the room four and a half hours ago.
They had been quite clear in explaining to him that Harry was in no way out of the danger zone, his body was still rejecting magical treatment and it was really slowing down the process of getting him better, right now they were looking at a seventy two hour zone in which he could get drastically worse or drastically better and now all they had to do was wait.
Sirius glanced over at the only other occupant in the room besides Harry, Hermione sat several feet away from him at the end of the bed in a matching green chair. He followed her fixed gaze back to the hospital bed and realized she was staring at the bruises and cuts as well, her fists were clenched and pressed into her lap while her eyebrows where furrowed contorting her face into a look of guilt. Sirius forced himself to look away from her as anger flared up in his chest.
She had no right to be guilty, she wasn't the one who was supposed to watch him, she wasn't the one who swore to Lily and James to keep their only child safe, she hadn't allowed him to go back to a home where someone was obviously not above harming him and she hadn't allowed Dumbledore to convince her he was safe at the Dursleys. No she had no right to be guilty
Sirius squeezed his eyes shut tightly pressing down his feelings, now was not the time to have a breakdown. Forcing deep breaths he opened his eyes immediately looking back to Harry, his bruised cut flesh, the tubes leading from his arms, the mask secured to his face, his to thin frame and felt the guilt and anger overwhelm him.
"What would James say now?" He mumbled to himself as he placed his head in his hands.
I know horribly short, the next few chapters will be I have to go back and forth between places and it isn't easy to find a good mid chapter transition so here you are. As always reviews are appreciated they keep me writing and I do try to reply to all of them.