Remus J. Lupin (m00ny) wrote in an_ill_wind, @ 2009-06-10 16:24:00 |
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Entry tags: | - 1980/06 june, remus lupin, sirius black |
Who – Sirius and Remus Sirius' head jerked up when he heard the sound of Remus' breathing, nervous hope flooding through him at the thought that Remus might be awake. "Remus?" he asked tentatively, telling himself he couldn't just jump into Remus' bed and hug the stupid fucking heart attack inducing bastard, even if he wanted to. Remus' eyes were closed, but he definitely swallowed, and how amazing something so insignificant like that could be! Hearing his name, Remus opened his eyes again, squinting against the light this time. Looking around, he caught sight of someone sitting by his bed and stared at the man in confusion, trying to figure out who it was. It would help if the damn light wasn't trying to blind him. "Too bright," he managed to say, his voice raspy and hoarse like it was after a particularly bad full moon. He closed his eyes again, not particularly caring who was sitting by his bedside right now when his head was pounding and his eyes protesting the light. Sirius nodded hurriedly and took his wand from his pocket, dimming the lights quickly. "Do you need anything else?" he asked, knowing he should go get one of the healers, but he wanted Remus to be comfortable before he went anywhere. Even with his eyes closed, Remus could tell when the light was dimmed and he slowly opened them, glancing to his side where the man was sitting. He was a very handsome man, he noted absently, but a stranger nonetheless. "Where am I? Am I at Mungo's? Are you a healer?" he asked, his scattered thoughts making the leap from injured to hospital. "No, you're at the-" Sirius began, but he stopped abruptly when Remus asked if he was a healer. He felt his heart skip a beat, and he frowned slightly as he took a good look at Remus. He'd had a head injury - he was just confused. That was perfectly normal, wasn't it? He'd recognise him soon. "It's me, Remus. Sirius. And you're safe. Not at Mungo's." Remus' confusion only grew with that response. "Where's James?" he demanded, knowing that James would have all the answers. He always did. And maybe he'd make this man go away and stop bothering him. "Peter? And Lily? Are they alright?" Reaching up, he rubbed his forehead, feeling completely disoriented and increasingly upset as he remembered the battle at Hogsmeade. "I don't know where Peter is," Sirius admitted, his frown deepening. "But James is with Lily. He-" He was about to tell Remus that James lost his sodding arm, but he didn't want to burden him too much right now, not after he just woke up. James was alive, and that was all that mattered. That and, "Harry was born. They had a boy," he offered with a smile, still unable to believe it himself. "Lily had the baby?" Remus repeated, looking shocked at this information. He looked away, knowing then that he couldn't drag James away from his wife and child. "Will you please stop staring at me," he added in annoyance when he noticed out of the corner of his eye. It made him very uncomfortable and it was then that he realised the man hadn't answered his question. "Are you a healer? Can you get me a pain potion? My head is killing me." Sirius nodded, unable to keep the smile off his face at the memory of Harry. He was bloody perfect - it was incredible. The smile disappeared, however, when Remus asked if he was a healer again, and the concern was back tenfold, feeling far more worried than he had the first time Remus asked. He remembered James, and Lily, and Peter - hell he even remembered the baby - but he didn't remember him? "It's me, Remus," he said, trying to stay calm. "Sirius. You know me. One of your best mates?" Remus turned to look at the man then, a skeptical expression on his face. "I think I would remember one of my best mates," he corrected him, growing annoyed that someone thought it funny to play a prank on him when he was clearly injured. "Look, if James or Peter are playing a prank, tell them I don't appreciate it." Feeling increasingly upset, he looked away, unsure if he could believe anything this man had told him now. "I think you should go." "Remus," Sirius said, his tone growing urgent. He didn't know what this selective memory meant, he didn't know if it was a sign that he was seriously hurt, or moderately hurt, or what - no matter what, though, it was scaring him. "I'm Sirius. Sirius Black. Padfoot. You, me, James, Peter... we've been friends since we were eleven. Try to remember - please." "James and Peter and I have been friends since we were eleven," Remus corrected him, and raised an arm to drape it over his eyes, unable to handle seeing this strange man who insisted that they were friends. "Just...go away. My head hurts and I don't feel well. Go and find someone else to annoy." This was ridiculous, and had gone on for long enough. Sirius should've found a healer the moment Remus woke up. "I'm bringing a healer back with me," he said firmly, as he pushed himself up from the chair. "I'll just be a minute, okay?" "Okay," Remus agreed, willing to agree to anything if it meant being left alone. Everything ached and he just wanted to go to sleep for a very long time. When the man had finally left the room, Remus sighed heavily and brought his arm down to his chest and looked around the room for the first time. He didn't recognise it at all, but now he wasn't so sure if he should or not, since that man apparently seemed to think Remus should recognise him. Well, that was assuming he was actually telling the truth and not just pranking him. Seemed like a very insensitive time to play a prank on someone though. Not even James or Peter would do something like that. Sirius told himself that everything would be okay; that Remus' memory would come back (or that his selective memory would... somehow right itself), that he'd remember him, that everything would go back to normal. Pepper had said it was likely, after all. He was still frowning, however, as he came back into the room Remus was staying in, carrying a small tray with a bowl of soup and a glass of water. Remus needed to eat - or at least attempt to - and maybe if Sirius kept helping, he'd remember him. "Dinner?" he offered, moving into the room so he could set the tray down beside the bed. Him again, Remus thought with a frown when the man calling himself his best mate reappeared. He couldn't deny the pull of food though and slowly pulled himself up to lean against the headboard. He felt like he had been through a particularly vicious full moon but refrained from mentioning that, uncertain if this so called friend knew that he was a werewolf. "Thanks," he said, though he was clearly anything but thankful to see Sirius again. He was silent though as Sirius placed the tray in his lap and began to eat the soup. At least his head had stopped thumping, thanks to the potion the healer had given him. Sirius sat down in the chair beside the bed again, elbows back on his knees as he watched Remus carefully. He had to remember something about him - he remembered James, and Peter, and everyone else. It was driving him out of his mind. "How is it?" he asked quietly. Damn it, Remus cursed silently when the bloke who called himself Sirius sat down beside him again. "It's fine, thanks," he said shortly and continued to eat in silence for a while. His head still didn't feel right, almost as if it was disconnected from his body and his brain was still rattling around inside of it, but the healer had said he would be fine. That was something, at least. He was getting worried about Peter though. He could understand that James was busy with his wife, but where was Peter? "Did we get any of them at least?" he finally asked, the silence starting to get to him. Sirius winced a little at Remus' tone, knowing that just his presence was annoying him. It was so far from the way they usually were that it was killing him. Caught up in his fretting, he didn't realise Remus had said anything for a moment, and he had to mentally shake himself to focus. "We hurt most of them," he said, frowning slightly. "Not badly enough, I don't think." Not they way they hurt them, that was so fucking sure. "Have you found Peter yet?" Remus asked hopefully. He wanted to see a familiar face and was getting really worried that Peter had been badly hurt. "You're not lying to me, are you?" he demanded suddenly, glaring at the man beside him as if he was the one responsible for keeping him from his friends. "Where is Peter? He's not badly hurt, is he? I want to see him." "No, I-" Sirius began, but he snapped his mouth shut, jaw clenching as Remus accused him of lying. He knew he was getting angry because he was worried, but that didn't help much. "I don't know where Peter is. I don't remember seeing him at the fight to begin with. And of course I'm not lying to you, Remus. I'm Sirius. You know me." He wanted to find a picture, or a note, or anything from the both of them, that would convince Remus, but with James bedridden, Peter... somewhere, and no pictures or anything of the sort just lying around, he didn't know what to do. Remus stared suspiciously at Sirius for a few minutes before grudgingly returning to his soup. He finished the bowl and drank some of the water before giving it back to Sirius. He didn't know what to think or what to believe, but he knew that he hated this and wished it was just a nightmare he could wake up from. "What about everyone else?" he asked as he lay back down. His head seemed to feel more like normal when he was horizontal, which was something that he would be concerned with later, when he felt more up to getting out of bed. "How are they?" Sirius was uncomfortable with the way Remus was looking at him, but he gazed back evenly, trying to somehow, telepathically, maybe, convince Remus that they were friends. Make him somehow remember. When Remus was done with the meal, he took the tray off of his lap and set it on a nearby table, before collapsing back into the chair. He ran a hand through his hair, looking as exhausted as he was beginning to feel. "Not... not good," he admitted, though he was hesitant to say too much, not wanting to upset Remus further. That ridiculously simplistic answer only earned Sirius a glare from Remus. "You can't just say that and not elaborate," he argued, clearly growing annoyed again. "Either tell me what's going on or go away so I can sleep." Remus wasn't all that sure he could sleep, but he was sick of having to talk to a stranger when he was feeling like crap. He wished one of his friends was with him, and was still worried that Peter was too badly hurt, and he really hoped that James was just busy with his wife and baby and wasn't hurt either. It was Sirius' turn to glare, though he clenched his jaw before responding, keeping out the rude reply he'd been itching to give. "James lost an arm. Legitimately. I don't know what's going to happen, but he's otherwise okay. Lily has some burns. Doc's seriously injured, so is Edgar. Fabian too. Dorcas- she's really bad." It just didn't stop, the injuries, the worrying, all of this. He glared a little at Remus again, wondering if that was satisfying. Remus frowned as Sirius listed the injuries, worrying about his friends (James lost an arm? Really?) and felt a bit guilty that he was okay. His head hurt and he felt a bit banged up, but that was pretty normal for him on a monthly basis, so he was used to dealing with it. What shocked him was that he didn't feel bad about what happened to Dorcas, though he had no idea why. It seemed such an awful thing to feel that he kept it to himself. "James lost an arm?" he asked, trying to comprehend it. "And you're sure Peter isn't hurt or...or worse?" His voice caught as he thought about one of his best mates being possibly dead. Peter was a better mate than this bloke ever could be, he thought. "Yeah," Sirius replied, feeling a bit sick to his stomach at the thought of it. James was over the bloody moon to be with Lily and their son, and he knew he was trying his best to stay in good spirits, but he'd lost an arm, for fuck's sake, and he knew that both of them were nervous about it. "And I'm sure. We would know by now, if he was injured, or-" He couldn't finish that sentence though. Remus fell silent, looking away as he contemplated his friends and what was going on with them. After a while though, he got annoyed that Sirius was still there, still staring at him. "Do you mind?" he asked, glaring at Sirius again. "I'd like to get some rest and I can't with some strange man staring at me like that. It's making me very uncomfortable." That was it - Sirius had reached the end of his rope. "Fine," he snapped, shoving back his chair as he stood up. Remus needed his sleep, and Sirius had to get the fuck out of there, before it got to him even more than it already was. "I'm coming back when you wake up, though," he threatened, finding it incredibly bizarre that at this point he was reduced to threatening to watch over one of his best friends. He glared back at Remus and then left the room, resisting the urge to slam the door behind him. Remus was so angry when this stupid bloke actually threatened to be there when he woke up. He wished he knew where his wand was so he could hex the door shut. Fuck, where was his wand? Remus realised he had no idea and it scared him to be in a strange house with no way to defend himself. Unwilling to call Sirius back, Remus curled up and closed his eyes, feeling unhappy and worried and scared and only willing to admit to one of those emotions.
What – Waking up and discovering the extent of Remus' head injury
Where – Dig's house
When – Monday night (backdated)
Rating – PG
Status - Complete
Over the last few hours, the curse had finally begun to lift from Remus, gradually freeing his mind and releasing him from the stasis he had been in. Slowly his chest began to rise and fall, his heart beginning to beat again, and his nerves began to tingle with feeling. After his body had awoken, Remus' frozen mind slowly thawed and hours after the curse had begun unravelling, Remus finally opened his eyes. His head was aching and his brain felt like it was rattling around in a chamber that was too big for it. He swallowed, noticing absently how dry his mouth was, and let his eyes close again, blocking out the light that seemed intent on piercing right through him.
[Sirius brings Pepper back and he checks Remus over.]