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“It hurts,” Remus whimpered, eyes wide as he looked around the room. He was laying down on the floor, dust and destroyed furniture around him, everything hurt. “Siri-? Sirius…?” He asked frantically, breathing picking up as he realised he wasn't there, he needed Sirius. He really did.
“Sirius isn't here, mate,” James said, kneeling down next to him. “Remember yeah? He- Hey, stay still, please Remus y-you hit your head, it's bleeding a bit.” He said, trying to make it better, trying to stay calm. The wound on his head looked bad, and all the other ones around his body didn't look any better. It had been a rough full moon. “Siri went to get Poppy, they'll be right back, just stay still, please? I don't want you to hurt yourself even more.”
Tears fell from his eyes, taking in a shaky breath as he continued to look around, eventually looking up at James. “It hurts…”
“I know, I'm sorry I can't help.” James said, trying to figure out what he could do to help the poor boy, he just held Remus' hand, hoping it would make it all even slightly more bearable. There wasn't really anything he could do, they'd just have to wait until madam pomfrey and Sirius would come back to the shrieking shack. Why weren't they back yet? It had been like 15 minutes already. “They'll be here soon, yeah? Poppy's gonna make it all better.”
Remus nodded as James gave his hand a gentle squeeze as even more tears made their way down his cheeks. It hurt. Everything just hurt. He couldn't really move, something was definitely broken. It hurt when he breathed in, sharp pain in his side; god, he hoped his rib wasn't broken, again. His head pounded too, dull pain growing as he laid there. It was stinging behind his eyes, stabbing at his temples, slowly getting worse.
After a while he heard noises downstairs, he felt weirdly scared for a moment, certain it was someone who wasn't supposed to be there. But, as he heard James let out a relieved breath, he realised it was probably Pomfrey and Sirius. “Sirius?” He whispered, looking around again as he heard someone walking up the creaking stairs.
“Hi, love,” He breathed out as he took a look at his boyfriend, somehow he looked even worse than when he had left to go get Poppy. He kneeled down by his head, taking his hand into his, watching as James got up, going to sit on the bed in the corner of the room next to Peter. He helped Remus prop himself up, as he was clearly trying to get up, his head rested on Sirius' lap. “Shh, it's okay. I'm here, baby. It'll be okay.” He whispered, carding his hand through Remus' hair as Poppy came into the room too.
“Hey, Remus,” She smiled. “You have a bit of a nasty wound on your head. Made your friends here quite worried.” she said, as she looked over the wound on his head. “I'll look you properly over in the ward, but I have to dress this up first, yeah?”
He nodded slowly, looking up at Sirius, who smiled softly, brushing a piece of hair out of his face. “It's gonna be okay,” He whispered, watching as Remus' face scrunched up in pain as Pomfrey went over the wound with a slightly damp cloth to clean it up before she could cover it. He caressed his cheek, opposite the side poppy was working on, he wiped away the tears, trying to stay as calm as possible to not make Remus panic even more. “I promise, baby. It's gonna be okay.”
“ ‘s it bad?” He asked, looking up at Sirius, blinking away tears, but then shifted his gaze to madam Pomfrey who had just secured a bandage around his head.
“You just had it a little rough, dear.” Poppy smiled softly. “You have a few broken bones, and some nasty gashes, but nothing that can't be fixed, don't worry. We just gotta get you to the infirmary so I can look you over properly.” He nodded, closing his eyes for a moment. “Let's try to sit you up.” She said, glancing at Sirius, who nodded slightly.
Remus slowly sat up, with some help from Sirius and poppy. “Good job, Remy.” Sirius whispered into his ear so no one else could hear. It made him feel better, such a simple gesture, but it made all the difference.
“Now, we're gonna stand up, you've got your friends here to help you, so don't worry, but be careful with your left leg.” Remus nodded, watching as Sirius got up from the floor, and James came to stand on his other side. They helped him stand up, he felt a bit light-headed and his legs wobbly underneath him. He leaned onto his friends for support, who both wrapped their arms around his back and his arms tested in their shoulders. “Walk slowly, we don't want to break any more bones. And if at any point you feel dizzy or tired, take a break.” She instructed them, both James and Sirius nodded.
Remus breathed heavily, having a difficult time just standing up, he was sure he couldn't walk. Tears started to burn in his eyes again as he realised he couldn't even do the simple task of walking. “I-i don't think I can w-walk… I-i can't. It hurts.”
Pomfrey looked concerned at that, frowning as she looked at the boys. “Me and James can carry you, yeah? We'll-”
“Boys-”
“No it's okay, we've done it before, haven't we, Poppy?” James said when Pomfrey tried to interrupt. They had done it a few times before, carrying Remus back to the castle after a rough full moon when he couldn't walk even with help. He'd get on one of their backs, and at some point they'd switch.
…
“Don't fall asleep on me, love.” Sirius whispered, adjusting the way he was carrying Remus on his back. “Poppy will murder me if you sleep now.”
“Won't,” He mumbled into the side of his neck, breath hitching as another wave of pain washed over him. “Poppy's nice.”
“Mm,” He hummed. “That's ‘cause you're the favourite.” Sirius smiled, being extra careful as they walked up the front steps of the castle. It was early enough in the morning that the halls would be empty, which was nice, especially after a night like this one had been. He carried Remus to the infirmary, setting him down on the bed where Poppy directed him to. “I'll be back soon, baby, okay? It'll be okay.” He kissed Remus' forehead before he'd be ushered out of there by madam Pomfrey.
“Had it quite rough, didn't you, dear?” She asked, helping him lay down onto the bed, starting to check him over. “Mm, but it's over now, and I need you to answer me a few questions.” Remus nodded, opening his eyes, blinking against the bright lights as he looked at Pomfrey. “What hurts?”
“Everythin’.”
“I bet it does, I'm going to help you though,” She smiled. “You do have to drink a few nasty potions though, mhm even if they are not your favourite.” Remus let her do her magic, quite literally, letting the matron's healing powers wrap around him like a blanket. It felt warm, and safe as the healing spells worked on him, making everything feel a lot better, than it had been a moment ago. She was talking to him constantly, knowing he hated when he didn't know what was happening.
“All bandaged up now, Remus. Just take this for me now, it'll help with the pain.” She said, handing him a small vial of a potion. “Even with all my magic, it'll take a moment for the bones to heal, okay? So you need to take it easy.”
“When can I-i go?”
“Not today, dear.” She smiled sadly. “We have to get you all better first. We'll see about it tomorrow, or the day after. Just take time to heal.” Remus nodded, adjusting his position on the bed as madam Pomfrey left him alone, turning to look outside. The sun was still rising, painting the sky in beautiful hues of orange and red. He closed his eyes for a moment, not opening until he heard a familiar voice at the door. It was Sirius, begging Poppy to let him in before visiting hours. He found it almost amusing how this same routine repeated every full moon. He didn't understand why she even bothered as she always gave in at the end.
“Hi,” Sirius smiled as he opened the curtain that had been drawn around the bed. He sat on the edge of it, reaching to brush some hair out of his eyes. “Feeling better? Good, I brought you some clean comfy clothes, a book, also went to the kitchens and the elves promised to make tea, and oh also got you some chocolates.”
“Thank you,” He smiled, slowly sitting up, taking the clothes Sirius handed to him. “Can you um- help me? I-”
“Yeah, ‘course.” Sirius smiled, slowly helping Remus change out of the dirty, and slightly torn clothes to the new ones he had brought. When they were done, Sirius kicked off his shoes, sitting down against the headboard, pulling Remus into his arms. He grabbed the cup of tea that had appeared on the nightstand, giving it to Remus along with a few pieces of chocolate.
“I- thank you,” Remus whispered after a while when he had finished drinking his tea and he had had some chocolate. It really did make him feel a little better. He glanced up at Sirius who just smiled at him, leaning to kiss his forehead. “I love you, Siri.”
“Don't gotta thank me, love. It's okay.” He whispered as Remus laid his head back down onto his chest and he could continue brushing his hand through Remus' hair like he had been doing. He slowly solved the knots that had formed, gently picking out bits of dried blood. “I love you too, Remy. So much.” He kissed the top of his head, letting his lips linger there for a moment. “Do you wanna talk? Or maybe sleep for a little, you must be tired.”
Remus was quiet for a moment, before speaking quietly. “I was so scared.” He said, hiding his face, more into Sirius' chest as tears started to burn in his eyes. “I- usually I'm used to it- y'know the pain and stuff but uh- I don't know, I was so scared Siri.”
“I’m sorry about that, baby.” Sirius whispered into his hair, holding him a bit closer to his chest. “Do you remember what happened?” Remus shook his head, a few tears falling down. “When we were in the forest, there was this- this other, I'm not entirely sure, Padfoot's memories are always a bit blurry. But, you fought, that's why everything's so sore, Prongs had to carry you back to the shack…”
“Oh,”
“Mm,” He hummed. “Then, I think you passed out when you um, when you were you again. We were so scared too, there was so much blood, and you did hit your head, so we thought it would be better to bring poppy there.”
Remus nodded. “Did- did I hurt them?”
“I don't know, love.” He whispered. “Don't worry about it though, it's okay. Everything's okay now.”
“I don't remember anything.” He whispered, more tears falling. “It's all so- foggy. I'm sorry, I- didn't mean to.”
“No, shh. You've got nothing to be sorry for, everything's alright.” He soothed, wiping away tears from his cheek, kissing his head. “You haven't done anything wrong, you got hurt and that's not your fault. It's going to be okay, baby. I promise.” Remus nodded, letting out a painful sob. “Shh, shh. I'm here. Just cry it out, whatever you need to do, I'm here, baby.”
It took a moment until he calmed down, wiping his face into his sleeve as Sirius pulled the blanket over them. “It's okay, love.” He whispered, kissing his head as Remus just sniffled. “I love you so much. And you did so good last night, it's all over now, don't gotta worry anymore.”
“Love you too.” He whispered, lifting himself up slightly to look at Sirius, who wiped away the rest of the tears from his face.
“No more of these, yeah? All good now, isn't it?” He nodded, blushing slightly as Sirius kissed his nose, and cheeks. “Are you tired?”
“Yeah.”
“Me too, baby.” He smiled as Remus laid back down in his chest, curling up to him as best as he could. “Want me to read to you? I brought the one you said you liked, remember what we read a couple of days ago?” He nodded through a yawn as Sirius picked up the book, finding the page they last left off at. It felt like home; Sirius reading to him quietly, arms wrapped around him, holding him close. It made him feel safe and warm, loved and cared for, it made all the pain and discomfort disappear for a moment, and he could just rest.
It didn't take long for him to fall asleep, so exhausted from the night's events. “Sleep well, baby. I love you.” Sirius whispered, kissing his head again as he marked the page they had left off on. He rested his head better on the pillows, letting himself drift off too after he was sure Remus was safely and comfortably tucked into his arms; protected from all the harm.