Remus-3
He stood in the doorway for a few minutes after Sirius fell asleep, watching the rise and fall of his chest, watching his mouth curve into a small smile as he dreamed. Remus found himself wanting to curl around the boy and hold his hand and kiss his forehead.
He had enjoyed staying at the hospital with Alya, waiting for Sirius to come out of surgery. He loved talking to Alya and he was shocked to discover that Sirius was disowned from the family when he was sixteen. Alya had been the same. She was disowned when she was twenty-four because she was a lesbian and married someone in the ‘lower class’, someone that wasn’t deemed suitable for the Black family. Remus had asked why Sirius was disowned, but Alya refused to tell him.
“He will tell you in his own time if he wishes,” She had said.
Just before he left, Remus felt like he had to say goodbye properly to the sleeping boy on the hospital bed before him, so that’s exactly what he did. He walked over to Sirius’s bedside and picked up his hand, interlocking their fingers. He reached out his other hand and tucked a stray piece of hair behind Sirius’s ear. He studied Sirius for a moment, taking in how beautiful he looked when he was relaxed. How soft his face looked compared to that morning when they were in the hall at college. Remus smiled and he pressed a soft kiss to Sirius’s knuckles.
“I’ll see you tomorrow Sirius,” He whispered, and he left the room, closing the door quietly on his way out.
He stood in the silence outside Sirius’s room, letting his mind think. He was so deep into his thoughts, he jumped when he heard his phone ring. He pulled it out and saw it was Peter, so he answered.
Peter(P): Heya Re. Where are you?
Remus(R): Hey Pete. I’ve just left Sirius’s room at the hospital.
P: You were there this whole time?
R: Well yeah. I wanted to make sure he was okay when he woke up and I met his aunt, who is a really nice person.
P: Oh. Okay, but you still didn’t come to the skate park.
R: I know and I’m sorry. We can go some other time.
P: Mmm, I guess. Anyway, do you need a lift or something?
R: Yeah. Is college still open? Coz my bike is at college.
P: Yep, it’s still open. It doesn’t close ‘till eight on Mondays ‘coz of the choir practice.
R: Okay, cool. Can you come and pick me up from St. Mungo’s then drop me off at college?
P: Sure mate. I’ll be there in ten.
R: Cheers.
Remus hung up the phone and went to sit in the waiting room where he thought some more. He thought about lots of things, but he mostly thought about Sirius. One thing that troubled him, was a conversation he heard between two doctors when he got off the phone from James. He replayed the conversation in his mind:
“Lex,” The first doctor said, “Who is in room twenty-six? I saw you coming out of there.”
“Hi Jason. It’s Sirius Black,” The second doctor, Lex, said.
“Again? What’s happened this time?” Jason said.
“He’s been hit by a car. He pushed a boy out of the way of the car, saving him, and well... He was the one that got hit,” Lex said.
“Oh, so it’s not the usual case?” Jason said, and he sounded relieved.
“No. Jason, you know that he was disowned when he was sixteen. He moved in with his aunt, Alya I think her name is, and she has been his legal guardian ever since,” Lex told Jason.
By then, another doctor had come up to Remus and asked him to tell Sirius that he needed to stay in hospital for a couple of days. Out of the conversation he heard, one sentence stuck out; ‘It’s not the usual case?’
What usual case? Did Sirius come to hospital often? What happened to him when he came? Why was he disowned? What happened to him in his past? All these thoughts vibrated around Remus’s brain and he was glad when Peter walked into the hospital, waving at him. Remus smiled at Peter, climbed into his car and they drove back to college, where Peter dropped Remus off. Remus walked towards his motorbike, stopping for a moment by the spot of concrete stained red with Sirius’s blood.
The sight of the other boy’s blood made his stomach churn and a realisation struck him. He was upset that Sirius was in hospital, of course, anyone would be. But there seemed to be more emotion in his head than just worry and sadness. There was another, but he couldn’t quite place which emotion it was. It was strong, that’s for sure, but he couldn’t name it.
He sighed and climbed aboard him motorbike, shoving his helmet on. He forced himself to clear his head before he left college, as he knew if he drove while thinking about Sirius, he would get distracted and most likely crash. He sped along the roads, weaving through the traffic, listening to the village of Hogsmeade buzz around him in the night air. He made it home in ten minutes and when he arrived, he collapsed onto the soft armchair in the living room, wrapping a blanket around himself for, even though it was April, it was still pretty cold in the evenings.
As he sat, his parents joined him and his mum, Hope, passed him a plate of shepherd's pie and a knife and fork, smiling at him.
“Where have you been Remus?” His dad, Lyall, asked.
“St. Mungo’s. A boy, Sirius, saved me from being runover and Sirius got hit instead, so I went with him to hospital. He’s staying there for a couple of days, but I needed to make sure he was okay and thank him for saving me. I’m going to go back tomorrow after class and see him,” Remus said, taking a large bite of pie.
“Oh Lord, is he okay?” Hope asked, sitting up straight, her eyes wide.
“Yeah, I think he is. He has a nasty gash on the back of his head that he had to have surgery for, and the car hit his side, so he’s bruised there, but he chatted and was smiling when I left. He will be fine,” Remus said, reaching over and patting Hope’s arm reassuringly.
“Are you okay, Remus?” Lyall said as he sat down with a tray of food.
“Yeah I’m fine Dad. Was a bit shaken but I’m fine,” Remus smiled at his parents and continued eating his supper. He excused himself once he had finished and he ran up to his room to get his homework done. After he did his homework, he collapsed on his bed and pulled out his phone, opening his texts. Sirius didn’t know this but, when Remus sent a text to Alya using Sirius’s phone, he put his number into Sirius’s phone and memorised Sirius’s number. He clicked on Sirius’s contact and sent him a quick text.
Hey, it’s Remus. I hope you don’t mind that I put my number on your phone ahah. Just wondering if you’re okay, and I’ll come to the hospital at two tomorrow after my history class. (If you still want me to come hehe). Night.
He then plugged his phone in, had a shower, and climbed into bed, falling asleep almost instantly, dreaming of Sirius.