Sirius was nearly done. He'd been fighting with... Whoever was inside him all morning. The 'Other Sirius' had been in control for a good portion of the last few hours, but he'd wrestled himself back and tied himself to the bed, not wanting to be loose if He came back. Now he was just waiting for Remus, desperatly hoping that whatever the Werewolf was planning would work, he didn't think he's survive another round with the Other.
He looked up as Remus entered the room, then fliched back when Snape followed him. What the fuck was he doing here? He was just about to launch as scathing comment at the Slytherins head when what little sense he still had kicked in.
Remus brought him, he's here to help.
"So, you huh?" He wanted to sound cocky, confident, and unconcerened, but all he really sounded was tired and drained. "Okay. What do we have to do?"