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There was another rugby game two weeks later and Sirius was cheering in the stands next to Lily and Peter—as usual—but this time, he was wearing a letterman jacket with the last name “Lupin” scrawled across the back, staring at Remus playing on the field knowing that he was his. That Remus would hug and kiss him after the inevitable win, that he would dance with Sirius during the party in the common room and not Emmeline Vance. Remus was his and he was Sirius’.
It still gave Sirius butterflies to think about it and he blushed slightly, thinking about the cliché of it all. James and Peter had taken upon themselves to tease Sirius about how flustered he became around Remus spite living in the same dorm as him since first year. Remus would just laugh as Sirius pouted, pulling him close into his chest and saying how he found it “cute.” The blush was practically a permanent fixture on his face now.
They were winning, and the whole crowd had become wild with anticipation as the last few minutes of the game ticked away. Marlene McKinnon had already started informing people about the victory party even as Gideon and Fabian Prewett scolded her for possibly jinxing the whole game. Sirius laughed at their superstitions, but the humor did not last long as a loud whistle from below directed his attention back to the field. His stomach dropped.
Remus was lying flat on his back on the ground, eerily still with a swarm of players and coaches surrounding him. James was there, helmet off and hands running through his hair, words coming out his mouth at a rapid speed, though Sirius couldn’t make out what he was saying. He distantly felt Lily next to him, trying to get his attention but there was a ringing in his ears that blocked her out. The medics rushed out onto the field and hoisted Remus—still alarmingly unconscious—onto a stretcher and evacuated the scene. Sirius did not hesitate a second. He ran down the bleachers, following after them with his breath caught in his throat.
“Remus!” He shouted, wishing futilely that the sound of his voice might be enough to wake his boyfriend. Instead, he got the attention of coach Moody, who gave Sirius a look of exasperation mixed with empathy.
“We’ve got him, Sirius. Go back to your friends.”
“I’m not leaving him!”
“You sure as hell are if you don’t want my foot up your arse!”
Sirius hesitated. He knew Moody meant business, but he couldn’t stand leaving Remus alone, especially if he were in pain. Remus never would have left him if the situation were reversed.
“Please, Moody. I can’t stand the idea of him being in pain and me not being there for him.”
There were tears welling up in Sirius’ eyes now, and no matter how much he tried to blink them away, they remained until finally spilling onto his sharp alabaster cheekbones. Moody huffed before nodding his head.
“Fine. But you stay out of the way, alright? Let Pomfrey look him over.”
Sirius nodded and joined Moody as they followed Remus towards the hospital wing. Pomfrey was already shouting orders to the sports medic assisting her as she flashed a small light in between Remus’ eyes. Sirius stood in the doorway, Moody’s orders of staying out of the way ringing in his head. He fought the urge to just rush over and kiss Remus, kiss him awake and cure him with love like they do in those cheesy, heteronormative princess movies that Prongs made them all watch that one summer. But he knew he had to behave. Had to let them help Remus.
Pomfrey confirmed that Remus had sustained a concussion from being knocked to the ground with such force, but other than that he was fine. Sirius was relieved to hear that his boyfriend should make a full recovery as long as he rest properly, which meant Pomfrey was going to make him stay in the hospital at least overnight. Sirius insisted on being able to stay with him and after a long fight of trying to get him out of there, the nurse begrudgingly agreed. With a cot set up right next to Remus’ bed, Sirius laid there, attempting to sleep but being predictably unsuccessful.
Instead, he found himself staring at Remus’ slack expression as he slept. He looked so peaceful—Pomfrey must have given him the good pain meds—and Sirius smiled slightly. He was relieved that Remus was overall okay, but he couldn’t help but still be worried for his boyfriend.
“I’m glad you’re okay, Re.” He whispered into the air. He leaned over to brush a bit of Remus’ curls off his forehead and placed a gentle kiss on his temple. When he laid back down again, his body finally gave into its exhaustion and he fell asleep.
* * *
“Sirius. Sirius.” A sing-song voice was whispering, soft lips tickling against his ear and Sirius reached up to bat them away, still too sleepy to want to wake.
“Five more minutes, James.”
“I certainly hope James isn’t waking you up like that in the mornings.”
Sirius opened his eyes to see Remus’ smiling face above him, cheeks flushed slightly pink and his curly hair a mess a top his head. Sirius smiled up at his boyfriend, taking in the beautiful sight and feeling so grateful that he was okay and awake and—
“Oh my god!” Sirius shot up. “You should be laying down! What the bloody hell are you thinking? Pomfrey said to rest, Remus, so you rest!”
He started fussing over his boyfriend, getting him back into bed and tucking him in more snugly than was necessary. Remus himself just began laughing, amused by Sirius’ fussing and the look of concentration on his face.
“I’m fine, Siri. Really. There’s no need to worry.”
“Well, I already am worried. I’ve been worried since last night.” Sirius pouted. “I thought you’d gotten seriously injured, like…like a broken neck or something!”
Remus reached out and took Sirius’ hands in his own, effectively stopping his boyfriends ranting by placing a kiss on each of his knuckles. Sirius blushed and looked down at his feet. How was it that Remus could still be so cool and collected when he had been knocked unconscious only hours earlier?
“Well, I am so lucky to have a boyfriend who is so concerned about me. So concerned, that the nurse had to set up a bed for him to sleep in right next to mine.” The grin on Remus’ face shined brighter than the morning sun. Sirius really was in love.
“You would have done the same.” He murmured.
“Yes. But I still would like to thank you anyway.” Remus leaned forward, planting a quick, gentle kiss on Sirius’ lips. He smirked. “And once this concussion is healed, I plan to thank you properly.”
Sirius’ eyes twinkled. “Well that can certainly be arranged.”