A Little to the Right
Summary: Harry wakes up with severe abdominal pain. A panicked Sirius rushes Harry to St. Mungo's where they learn he has appendicitis. Set in Fifth Year (OOTP).
"Are you okay, Harry?" Hermione asked as they headed down to the train.
"Yeah, I'm fine," Harry answered shortly. He had woken up that morning not feeling well. His stomach hurt. He pushed it off to the stress of preparing for OWLs and went on to breakfast. At the sight of food, Harry suddenly felt nauseous. He had managed to nibble on a piece of toast before leaving the Great Hall. The Easter holidays had arrived and Harry and the gang were looking forward to the two-week break.
After much discussion, Ron and Harry decided to talk Hermione into going home for Easter break. Ron, Harry, Hermione, and Neville were the only fifth years who were going home. They decided to use the two-week break to relax and decompress.
And now, Harry was sick. He didn't want to tell Hermione, Ron or Ginny.
"Are you sure, mate?" Ron asked. "You don't look so good."
Harry muttered a "thanks, Ron." He passed Neville and Luna and headed on to a compartment.
Ron and Hermione followed and found Harry had stretched out on the one bench, making Ron and Hermione share the one on the other side.
"I think he's sick, Ron," Hermione whispered.
"I think so too." Ron watched as Hermione leaned over and placed her palm against his forehead.
"He's warm," she whispered.
They both sat there, in silence until Hermione pulled out a book and Ron opened his rucksack and pulled out a Quidditch Magazine. Hermione glanced at it for a second, noticing Viktor Krum was on the cover. Someone had drawn a mustache on his upper lip and horns on his head. She noticed as Ron flipped through the magazine that every picture of the famous Quidditch player had some kind of drawing on it.
"Harry and I got bored," Ron explained when he noticed that Hermione was watching.
They went back to their reading, looking up occasionally at their best friend.
"Is Harry okay?" the voice broke Hermione and Ron out of their reading and brought Neville to their attention.
"He's not feeling well," Hermione answered. Neville accepted this and asked Ron if he wanted him to find Ginny.
They had gotten together after the Yule Ball. They spend the days following the dance together, playing in the snow, sitting by the fire, throwing marshmallows at each other, trying to catch one in their mouth, and cuddling on the couch at the end of the day, talking. No one had seen Harry so happy.
Now, they have been dating happily for a year. Seeing the young couple together brought a smile to everyone's face, except for Snape and the Slytherins.
Neville didn't have to go far to look for the redheaded girl, because Ginny came through the corridor of the train and stopped when she saw the concern on Neville's face and followed his gaze.
"Is he okay?" The voice brought everyone's attention to Ginny as she squeezed herself into the compartment. She kneeled down in front of Harry's stretched out form and pushed back his fringe. "Are you okay, babe?"
Harry's eyes cracked open and were met with the look of concern on his girlfriend's face. He didn't want to lie to her but didn't want to worry her either.
He sighed and decided he might as well tell her the truth. "My stomach hurts," he admitted.
"Was it something you ate?" Ginny inquired.
"I don't know, I woke up with it hurting."
Ginny didn't say anything, except pick Harry's feet and lay them on her lap. Hermione and Ron settled back in their seats, talking quietly, mainly about their concern for their best friend.
Over the years, Harry had been the topic of their quiet conversations. Mostly the conversation began when Hermione would quietly ask Ron if Harry was okay. Of course, the answers verified from he's tired from Quidditch practice, I think he said his head hurt or the rare occasion that Ron shared Hermione's concern.
Something things changed last summer when Harry went to live with Sirius. They both came to visit once Harry was settled in. It was during one afternoon that they were working on their homework together, talking about the World Cup and then finally, Hermione asked Harry about his life with his relatives.
He let it all out and by the time he reached the end of the story, Hermione was sobbing and Ron was ready to kill them, not undoubtedly with help from Hermione. True to their promise that they wouldn't treat Harry any different, they continued to talk and do the things they always did. When Harry's confinement was over, they celebrated Harry's new health by going into Muggle London for the day.
"Is he asleep?" Hermione whispered when she noticed Harry's eyes were shut.
"I don't think is he," Ginny replied.
"He's not, I can tell by his breathing," Ron informed the girls.
Suddenly, Harry shot up and out of the compartment with a hand over his mouth. Ron jumped up after him, telling the girls he got it as he left. Ron found Harry in the nearest toilet, retching.
"Jeez mate, are you okay?" Ron asked, leaning over to rub Harry's back.
"I think I got food poisoning." Harry groaned, feeling his stomach clench. "I think it was either the…" Harry didn't finish the thought. The thought had caused his nausea to return and Harry leaned over the toilet and released more of his stomach contents.
A knock at the closed toilet door, caused Ron to jump. "Is Harry okay, Ron?" Neville's voice came from the other side of the door.
"He'll be fine," Ron called. He thought for a second of his options, he could stay here and he and Harry could occupy the toilet until they reach London, or move Harry back to their compartment and find one of the twins to conjure a bucket.
"Want to move back to the compartment so you could lie down?" Ron asked.
Harry nodded. Ron helped Harry off the floor and found that he needed help.
"Neville are you still there?" Ron called, hoping he was.
"Yeah, Ron. What do you need?"
"Help me get Harry back to the compartment."
The door opened and Neville peaked his head in and then pushed the door open more. He then reached for Harry's left side and together, he and Ron led Harry back to the compartment.
"I think he has food poisoning," Ron told the girls when they entered the compartment.
"Are you sure?" Hermione asked.
"That's what he said." Ron and Hermione helped Harry lay down on the bench. Hermione had found a blanket and a pillow somewhere and Ginny came back from looking for the trolley lady and see if she had any water. She did.
"Here, sweetie, take a sip." Harry leaned his head up and sipped some of the water that Ginny had brought him.
Hermione glanced out the window and sighed silently in relief. They were five minutes away from London.
"We'll be home soon," she told the group. They spent the remaining time getting their stuff together and helping Harry.
How little did they know that Harry's food poisoning was something more serious?
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Sirius stood beside Molly as he waited for the group to find them. Fred and George were the first to reach them and then the others followed. Upon seeing his godson, Sirius noticed that something was wrong. He looked pale and flushed like he did when he came down with the stomach flu early in the year. He looked tired and as he approached him, alarm bells were going off in Sirius's head.
"Are you okay, kiddo?" he asked.
"I think the chicken we ate last night was off," Harry told him. He didn't want to worry Sirius and at the moment, wanted nothing more but to lay down.
"Food poisoning?" Sirius guessed.
"He threw up on the train," Hermione informed him.
"Feel better soon, mate." Ron patted Harry's shoulder, before greeting Molly.
"I'll floo later and check on you. I hope you feel better tomorrow, sweetie. Love you," Ginny murmured, and then she kissed him. When they broke apart, Ginny whispered something in Harry's ear and he nodded before she headed off to where her family was waiting.
Hermione met her parents and also told Harry that she hoped he felt better.
Sirius wrapped an arm around Harry's shoulders and led his godson out to the car. The drive from London was a long one for Harry, but he fell asleep twenty minutes in.
It seemed that Harry had just fallen asleep when Sirius woke him up.
"Let's get you upstairs to bed. You might feel better after some rest."
Harry didn't say anything but nodded and followed Sirius into the house. They headed straight upstairs and into Harry's room. Once in his room, Harry gathered some pajamas and headed to the bathroom for a quick shower.
Once he was finished, he dressed in his pajamas and headed to bed. He noticed a little twinge in his right side.
Sirius came in his room once he was lying down. He placed the old bucket they used when someone was sick. "I brought you the bucket in case you feel like you need to throw up. Call for me, if you need me."
"Okay," Harry whispered, wincing as he felt another cramp roll his abdomen. He wished it would stop. His right side throbbed a little now. He didn't think much of it, thinking he must have pulled a muscle and went to sleep.
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"Sirius, wake up."
The whisper stirred Sirius from a deep sleep. He opened his eyes, trying to figure out what was going on.
A pained voice behind him said, "Sirius, please wake up."
Sirius turned on his back and found Harry doubled over at his bedside, clutching his stomach and a pained expression on his face. Immediately awake, Sirius jumped out of bed and beside his godson.
"What's wrong?" he asked.
Harry winced and in his pain filled voice replied, "I have pain in my lower right side. It's really sharp, I've never had this pain before."
Sirius began to panic. Harry didn't have food poisoning. This was something else. A quick glance at the clock told him that it was one in the morning.
When Harry moaned in pain, Sirius was debating whether or not he should take Harry to St. Mungo's or wait until morning. The only time Sirius had to rush Harry to St. Mungo's was when Harry was complaining of a bad stomachache. They learned that Harry was allergic to beans. He was able to eat green beans, but Sirius realized that there were kidney beans in the steak and kidney pie that they for supper that night. The severe abdominal pain that Harry was suffering from now wasn't like what he had suffered from before. This was worse.
"How bad is the pain?" Sirius asked, concern laced in his voice.
"It feels like I'm taking a Cruciatus curse to my stomach," Harry groaned. Sirius noticed Harry's arms were wrapped around his abdomen tightly. Then suddenly Harry started whimpering.
"Ow, my stomach really hurts," he whined. This made Sirius's decision on what to do easier and do go now.
"Okay, I'm going to change and we're going to St. Mungo's," Sirius announced. He stood up from the bed and grabbed the first shirt and pants his hands landed on. Once dressed, he slipped on some socks on Harry's feet and then picked him to carry him downstairs.
"It hurts," Harry whimpered.
"I know, kiddo. I'll make it better I promise."
Sirius grabbed a handful of floo powder and called "St. Mungo's" and they disappeared in a cloud of green smoke.
In Sirius's haste of rushing to St. Mungo's, he forgot to leave a note for Remus, who was due to return from a mission for Dumbledore the next morning.
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Harry laid curled in a bed in the examination area of the emergency department of St. Mungo's, in a tight ball.
Upon arriving to St. Mungo's, Harry and Sirius were immediately taken back to an exam room. Healer Dalton was on shift that night and saw the two emerge from the floo.
"Sirius? What's wrong?" the healer asked.
Sirius turned to find Healer Dalton coming towards him. This time last year, he had taken Harry to see Healer Dalton for a consultation for a tonsillectomy due to the many bouts of Strep throat, Harry had been having. Madam Pomfrey recommended that Sirius take Harry to see Healer Morris. They were referred to Healer Dalton after the exam. Harry had the surgery two days later. It was a wonderful start to the Easter Holiday and Harry was guaranteed he would be recovered in time for the Third Task.
Looks like this Easter Holiday was going to be spent the same way, only fixing whatever was paining Harry.
"He's complaining of severe abdominal pain," Sirius explained what had transpired over the last few hours.
Healer Dalton had Sirius lay Harry on the bed and he would go and collect Harry's file and gather the supplies he would need.
Now they were in the emergency department of St. Mungo's, waiting to find out what was wrong with Harry. Healer Dalton was writing notes from where he had questioned Sirius and Harry regarding the pain, how long it lasted when it started, and so forth. He also made a note of Harry's vitals, mainly his temperature, which was high and a factor into what the healer was thinking that was going on with his patient.
"It's alright Prongslet," Sirius whispered. He was alarmed to see the fear in his godson's eyes as well as a few tears that leaked from Harry's eyes. Sirius wiped them with his hand. "I promise, you'll be okay."
Healer Dalton approached the bedside. "Harry, can you lay on your back for me?" he requested.
Harry slowly turned on to lie on his back, wincing at the pain in his side. It hurt to move. It felt like he was being stabbed in the side.
"Thank you," the healer murmured. "I'm going to examine your stomach. What I'm going to do is gently prod around on your abdomen. Harry, I want you to tell me if it hurts. Okay?"
Harry nodded, reaching for Sirius's hand, which he held in a vice grip like Sirius's hand was a snitch. Sirius didn't complain.
Healer Dalton pulled up Harry's shirt, baring his belly. He began pressing around the upper part of Harry's abdomen moving to his right.
"Does it hurt anywhere here?" the healer asked, his fingers pressing on the middle of Harry's abdomen.
"No." Harry shook his head.
Healer Dalton pressed along Harry's lower abdomen, moving from left to right. When the healer's hands pressed in the lower right side of Harry's abdomen, he yelped in pain. He squeezed Sirius's hand tightly when the healer pressed on his right side.
"What's wrong?" Sirius demanded.
Healer Dalton called over his shoulder, "Betty, we need an ultrasound in here now."
"What's wrong?" Sirius repeated. "What's going on with my godson?" Sirius's voice was full of concern and was starting to get worried.
"I need to do an ultrasound to confirm it, but I think Harry had acute appendicitis," the healer explained.
Betty entered the room, pushing the cart with the ultrasound machine. She left the cart on the right side of Harry's bed and then got a gown from the bottom shelf of the cart. She handed Sirius the hospital gown.
"He'll need to change into this."
Sirius took the gown as Betty and Healer Dalton moved out of the way and pulled the curtain to give Harry and Sirius some privacy.
"Think you could get the shirt off on your own?" Sirius asked. Harry pulled his arms out of the sleeves and allowed Sirius to pull the shirt off. Helping Harry to stand, Sirius, pushed off Harry's pajama pants, leaving the boxers for now.
He was just slipping the gown over Harry's head when Healer Dalton called, "Ready?"
"Yes," Sirius replied.
The healer came through the curtain with another healer and Betty.
Harry laid back on the bed as Healer Dalton pulled a sheet over Harry's lower half and then pulled up the gown.
"How old is he?" The healer that came in with Healer Dalton.
"Fifteen," Sirius answered.
"Have you had an ultrasound before Harry?" Healer Dalton asked. Harry nodded. He had one when he first went to live with Sirius. Healer Morris wanted to check Harry's abdomen for any damage caused by the abuse he had suffered and something that didn't show up when he prodded Harry's belly.
"Okay, we'll get started." Healer Morris picked up a bottle and hovered it over Harry's lower right abdomen and squirted.
"It feels cold," Harry commented.
"Sorry about that," The healer apologized. He ran his wand over the area and in a few seconds found what he was looking for.
Sirius watched Harry closely. The pained expression of Harry's face was hard for him to handle. He wanted to fix it and make it better. Like he did when Harry had the stomach flu last fall and Sirius took care of him. To help with his stomach pain, Sirius placed a warm water bottle on Harry's belly and then rubbed soothing circles to help calm his upset tummy.
"There it is," Healer Dalton announced. He turned to Sirius. "See this blob here?"
Sirius nodded. "What is it?"
"Harry's appendix. He's got appendicitis."
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In short order, Harry was prepared for emergency surgery. Sirius watched as a mediwitch scrubbed Harry's abdomen with an orange looking soap. The soap also took any hair off that was on his abdomen, which wasn't much. After Harry was prepared for surgery, he was moved to a floating stretcher to be moved to the operating room.
"How long will this take?" Sirius had asked Healer Dalton after he signed the consent form.
"An hour to two hours, at most."
Sirius walked along the floating stretcher with Harry. He could tell that Harry was scared.
"This is where we give parents a moment with their child," the orderly explained. "I'll give you two a moment."
When they were alone, Sirius reached over and raked his hand through Harry's hair.
"Tell Ginny, I love her. Give her the locket I've got hidden in my desk drawer at home. It's for her birthday. Give Ron my Firebolt and Hermione….." Sirius cut him off.
"Harry, you're going to be fine. Nothing will happen to you. Healer Dalton will take good care of you. I promise."
Silence ascended on the Pre-Op holding area until Harry broke it.
"I'm scared," he admitted.
Sirius's heart broke at the expression on Harry's face. He never saw that much fear in his godson's eyes.
"You're going to be fine," Sirius repeated.
The orderly returned a second later. "Are you ready, Harry?"
Harry suddenly shook his head and his hand shot out and grabbed Sirius's. "I'm too scared. I can't do this."
Sirius looked at the orderly. He smiled softly, having seen many teenagers act the same way Harry was in that moment.
Grasping Harry's hand tightly, Sirius leaned over and whispered, "Harry James Potter, you are going to be fine. Nothing is going to happen to you," Sirius assured him. "You will be fine."
Harry nodded and said, "Okay. I'm ready."
Sirius leaned over and kissed Harry's forehead. "I love you, Pup."
"I love you, too," Harry returned.
The stretcher floated towards the operating room. Healer Dalton passed Sirius as he headed to the waiting room. As the healer passed the concerned godfather, Sirius reached and grabbed the sleeve of his coat.
In a low and commanding voice he said, "If anything happens to my godson, I will have your head."
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Sirius paced the floor in the waiting room. He flooed the Burrow to tell Arthur to tell Remus where he and Harry were. Molly said that she would let Arthur know. Ron and Ginny overhead and asked to be updated. Ron said that he would call Hermione in the morning to let her know and Ginny asked if she could stop by tomorrow if Harry felt like company.
Sirius promised he would be in touch and made a note to go home and get the mirrors Harry got himself and Ginny for their anniversary.
The tea room had closed, so Sirius settled for tea out of the machine down the hall.
He had to smile when he remembered the youngest Weasley's reaction. Sirius knew that Ginny was concerned about Harry and telling her that he now had to have surgery when she thought he had food poisoning, he imagined that Ginny wouldn't be sleeping much tonight, especially since it was three in the morning when he flooed the Burrow.
The pediatric surgical waiting room was empty, with just him. He wondered if Remus had gotten his message and would come here.
He got his answer when he heard footsteps outside the waiting room.
"Excuse me, Ma'am. I'm looking for Harry Potter. Sirius Black brought him in."
The welcome witch must have been sorting papers because the next sound was pushing papers. She then responded.
"Harry is in surgery with Healer Dalton and Mr. Black is in the pediatric surgical waiting room. It's just over there."
"Thank you."
A few minutes later, Remus entered the waiting room. "Sirius, what's going on?" he asked, upon entering the room.
"He was sick when he got off the train. He claimed it was food poisoning because something they ate at dinner tasted off to him. I took him home and he went straight to bed because he didn't feel well. He woke me up, I think it was one in the morning, complaining of stomach pain. I rushed him here because no one has stomach pain that bad."
Remus shook his head. "Sounds like it was something serious." Realizing what he said, he added. "No pun intended."
"Healer Dalton was at the desk when I flooed in. He took Harry straight back and examined him. When he pressed on Harry's right side, it became clear he had appendicitis. They did that same scan of his belly that Healer Morris did and concluded what Harry had was appendicitis and he needed to have surgery." Sirius paused for a breath and a sip of tea, which had now gone cold.
"How long has he been in surgery for?" Remus asked.
"About an hour and a half," Sirius replied, his eyes looking at the clock in front of him.
Silence filled the room, even though it was just Sirius and Remus in the room. When Sirius first came in the waiting room, there were two other families in the waiting room. One had brought their child in because he had swallowed something he wasn't supposed and it needed to be surgically removed. The second was there for the same reason Sirius was, for an appendectomy.
When it was just Sirius, he wished that he asked Molly, Ron, and Ginny to come and sit with him. But he knew Remus would come when Arthur told him what was going on.
"I hope he's okay," Sirius whispered.
Remus sighed and placed a caring hand on Sirius's shoulder. "He will be."
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Sirius had got up and began to pace again. He tried to sleep, but he couldn't because he was too worried about his godson.
Remus had fallen asleep in the loveseat. He had kept nodding off in his chair and since he and Sirius had the waiting room to himself, he took the loveseat.
Sirius smiled as he remembered when he took Harry to the healer when he was sick with the stomach flu during Christmas break. Harry had curled up in a ball in the loveseat, feeling awful and wanting nothing more but to be back home in bed.
"Sirius?" At the sound of his name, Sirius turned his head and found Healer Dalton standing in the doorway. Remus had gotten up and stretched, pausing when he saw the healer in the doorway. In a blink, both men were standing in front of the healer.
"Well?" Sirius asked.
"Everything went fine. Harry did great with the surgery. He's in the recovery room now," the healer explained.
Sirius and Remus sighed in relief. "So he's okay?" Remus asked.
"He's okay," Healer Dalton repeated. He turned to Sirius. "You brought him in just in time. His appendix hadn't ruptured yet. It's a good thing you brought him in when you did. If it had been another hour….." the healer trailed off.
"What would have happened if his appendix did rupture?" Remus inquired.
"A ruptured appendix spreads infection throughout the abdomen called peritonitis. Possibly life-threatening, this condition requires immediate surgery to remove the appendix and clean out the abdominal cavity," the healer explained. "But Harry is lucky that his didn't. Although it was close."
Sirius and Remus once again sighed in relief. They were relief that Harry was okay and on the road to recovery.
"We'll keep him here overnight and see how he does. He'll be in some pain when he wakes up. We'll give him some pain relief potion for the pain when he wakes up. I do want to wait until he's not feeling sick at his stomach. If I recall, he had some nausea when he had his tonsils removed."
Sirius and Remus both nodded, remembering the period of nausea Harry had after his last surgery.
"Do you have any questions or concerns?" Healer Dalton figured that Sirius would have a question or two.
"When can we see him?" Sirius asked.
"He's stable, so you can see him now."
Sirius and Remus followed the healer to the recovery room. Healer Dalton stopped at a curtained-off bed and pulled the curtain back, motioning to the two men they could go in. Sirius entered first, followed by Remus.
Harry laid in the bed, in another clean, green gown, an IV in his left arm, something on his finger on his right hand. The blanket was pulled up under his arms. It was easy to the see the bandage on Harry's lower right side. There was an oxygen mask on Harry's face and he was hooked up to a few monitors.
"He'll be here for an hour and then we'll move him to a room. We're waiting for one to be ready and then we'll move him. I'll take him off the oxygen and the monitors then."
Remus nodded murmuring, "Thank you." Sirius walked over and sat down in the chair beside the bed. He reached and combed his fingers through Harry's hair.
"What do we do now?" Sirius asked, his voice low that Remus could hardly hear him. But he did.
"We wait."
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Harry was moved to a regular room from the recovery room. It had been an hour since Harry had been out of surgery.
Sirius sat in the chair beside Harry's bed, reading a Quidditch magazine. Healer Dalton had just been in to check on Harry and said that he should be waking up soon. Since hearing this, Sirius had been looking up and checking to see if Harry was waking up. Sirius had looked up for the fourth time in ten minutes to check to see if Harry was waking up when he heard a weak moan. Listening closely, Sirius realized that Harry was starting to wake up.
"Harry?" he said softly. "Harry, are you awake?"
Harry moaned once more and then his eyes opened slowly. "Is it over?" Harry asked groggily.
"Yes, it's over. You're okay. Everything went well and you're okay."
Harry turned his head to the left and found Remus, sprawled in the chair that made a bed.
"When did Remus get here?"
"After they took you back for surgery. How are you feeling?" Sirius asked.
"Cold," Harry replied, shivering. "Nauseous."
Sirius walked to the cupboard and pulled out an extra blanket and tucked it around Harry.
"Thanks, Sirius," Harry mumbled sleepily.
"You're welcome," Sirius murmured. He reached over to brush some stray hair off Harry's hair head but keeping the scar covered.
"I think I'm gonna be sick."
Harry's statement made Sirius dive for a basin the mediwitch had left with him in case Harry got sick and placed it in front of Harry in time for him to start vomiting. Mainly stomach acid and bile, nothing to be concerned about.
"Looks like you inherited James's postoperative nausea gene."
Remus had woken up when he heard the heaving and waited to see if Sirius needed any help. He quietly observed Sirius tending to Harry. Then he heard what Sirius about Harry inheriting James's tendency to vomit after medical procedures.
"I think that's true," he said, bring him to Sirius's attention. He turned to Harry. "How are you feeling?"
"Sore, a little nauseous," Harry replied.
Healer Dalton knocked the door gently, not knowing Harry was awake until he walked in the room. "I see you're awake. How are you feeling?"
"Sore. Sick to my stomach," Harry replied.
"Has he vomited?" The healer inquired.
"Yes, just a few minutes ago."
"Okay."Healer Dalton walked over to the side of the bed and lifted back the right side of Harry's gown. "I'm going to listen to your belly for bowel sounds and then have a look at the incision."
He pulled out the stethoscope and gently pressed the diaphragm Harry's abdomen, listening for bowel sounds that would tell whether or not Harry could try some water.
"I'm hearing some rumbling in his lower intestines," The healer explained. He paused when the sound he was hearing increased. Then suddenly, Harry winced and made a face. Sirius recognized it.
"Do you just….." he trailed off when Harry nodded.
"Did he just pass gas?" Healer Dalton asked.
"Recognized that face when he was a baby," Sirius stated proudly.
"Alright." Healer Dalton pulled off the bandage and Harry turned his head, not wanting to look. "Looks good. We'll check it again later." He replaced the bandage and pulled the gown down and readjusted the blanket.
"Everything okay?" Remus inquired.
"Yes. I'll see if we can get him something to drink and we'll try him on some gelatin."
"Thank you," Sirius said.
"Now, how bad is the pain on a scale of one to ten with ten being the worst?" The healer asked, figuring it was time for more pain potion.
"It's about a four," Harry replied, hesitantly.
Sirius leaned in towards Harry and said, "Harry, you don't need to be tough. It's okay to admit that you're in pain."
"It's a seven," Harry replied.
"Alright, I'll be back with some pain potion." He left the room to get the potion.
"Do you feel any different?" Sirius asked.
"I came in here with my stomach killing me, and now my stomach still is killing me, but it's just sore."
Healer Dalton returned with a goblet of water and a pain potion. "Here you are. You don't need to move at all to take the potion." He flicked his wand and Harry watched as the potion vanished from the vial and then felt the familiar tingling in his stomach, meaning that the healer had spelled the potion into Harry's stomach.
"Need me for anything, please let me know."
Once Healer Dalton was gone, Sirius sat down on Harry's bedside.
"You look tired, Pup. Want to go back to sleep?"
Harry nodded and leaned back in the bed. He moved slowly as to not jostle his stomach.
Sirius turned the light off and leaned over to kiss Harry's forehead.
"Thanks, Sirius."
Sirius paused at what Harry had said. "For what Prongslet?"
"For taking care of me," Harry replied.
"You're welcome." Sirius shared a look with Remus. They both knew what Harry was referring to. If he was still at his relatives, they would have not brought him in when they should.
Sirius walked over to Remus and whispered "You go home and get some sleep. I'll stay with him."
"Alright."
Remus walked over and told Harry he was going home and he would see him later that morning. It was pushing five in the morning, and Remus had been up for twenty-four hours.
"Thanks for being here, Remus."
"You're welcome, Cub. Get some rest." Remus smiled at Sirius and they nodded, not needing to talk before Remus headed down the hall to floo home.
There wasn't a cot in the room for Sirius to sleep. He walked over to Harry's bedside and leaned over the rail. "If I expanded the bed, would you mind if I slept with you?"
"No." Sirius figured Harry's immediate answer was because Harry wanted to sleep. With a wave of his wand, the hospital bed expanded with room for him with plenty of space for Harry and enough room that Sirius wouldn't hit, elbow or even touch Harry's abdomen in his sleep.
Taking his shoes off, Sirius sat down on the side of the bed. He turned and looked at Harry, who was watching him with heavy-lidded eyes.
"Easy," Harry requested. Sirius noticed the look on Harry's face like he was bracing himself for the pain.
"I'm not going to hurt you, Kiddo. I promise."
The pain potion Healer Dalton given Harry must have kicked in because soon Harry was asleep. The extra strength pain potions and fever-reducing potions seem to knock Harry out. Sirius smiled at his sleeping godson.
He leaned over and kissed his forehead one more time before he let sleep claim him. That was how Healer Dalton found them an hour later. He smiled and turned around, walking back out of the door, closing it behind him. He didn't have the heart to wake Sirius.
AN: This is part one. I'll be posting part two soon. I have yet to decide on a title for it. Let me know if you have a suggestion of what you like to see. Enjoy!