The Shoebox Project: Remus/Sirius (James)
Sirius feels warm like toast between his two best friends. James at his back, Remus at his front. He can distinguish them by smell.
Not much room for thoughts, his mind seems fuzzy, wrapped in cotton. Not quite like toast. Like something wrapped in cotton. He wonders vaguely what´s going on, but before he gets too far, everything goes blank again and he goes back under.
“Do you think he´s in pain?” James looks worried, but Remus can´t go there. “He looks like he´s sleeping, that´s all.” I hope, he adds to himself.
They found him two days ago. They can´t lose him. He´ll give anything.
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When he wakes up, his head is much clearer. He doesn´t remember the warm cozy feeling.
Instead, he feels sore all over, like his bones grew edges and corners they didn´t have before and he´s bruising himself. That doesn´t make any sense.
When he tries to look around, he sees James curled up in a corner, impossibly small for his size. Remus looks ashen, like he hasn´t slept or eaten.
“´S going on?”
Remus is at his side instantly. “You´re okay. We´ve got you.” Feverish eyes tell Sirius everything he won´t ask yet.