My whole body was weak and achy. My head was throbbing, and I felt very lightheaded. I was shivering even though I was covered in a mountain of blankets. I felt like I was going to die.
"Remus…" I muttered. "Remus…" I had no idea what had prompted me to say his name at that moment, but I felt as if I needed to.
"He's coming today, honey," my mother said, stroking my hair. "He'll be here today, don't worry."
"James…" I said weakly.
"He's coming too," my mother crooned, smiling down at me. "And Sirius. All of your little friends."
I turned my head away from her as a tear leaked out of my eye and down my cheek. I wanted to see them so badly but didn't want them to see me in this condition. My hair was limp and brown; my face had an unhealthy pallor to it. There were dark circles under my eyes and my eyes themselves were bloodshot. What would they think?
After we had been checked into the hospital, we got ushered upstairs and corralled into a room where the potion was waiting for us. We each took a seat on a hard plastic chair. I looked over at the cauldron and watched it froth and bubble before I heard the door open and a young witch stepped inside.
"Hello boys," she said, looking down at her clipboard. "James Potter?"
"Yes?" James said, straightening up.
"You'll be going first," she said, walking over to the cauldron and spooning out a cup full of bright purple potion. "Drink up."
James drained his glass in one gulp. He didn't look too terribly repulsed, which was a good sign. He set the cup down on a counter and sat back down next to Sirius.
"Peter Pettigrew?" the witch said.
"Um… He wasn't able to make it," James said. It was true, Peter had decided at the last minute not to go because he didn't like sick people. I thought he was being a wimp, but I let it go.
"Okay…" the witch said, crossing something off on her clip board. "Sirius Black."
Sirius stoop up, watched her as she poured his potion, then took his cup. He drained it in one gulp as well. He slammed down the cup on the counter as if he was proud of himself.
"Alright…" the witch said, writing something down. After a few seconds she said, "Remus Lupin."
I stood up and looked down into the cauldron full of the bright purple potion. As the witch was filling my cup, I turned to look at James and Sirius for reassurance but they weren't looking at me. Their eyes were fixed on the young witch's backside as she bent over the cauldron.
"Hey!" I whispered, snapping in front of their faces. They looked up at me with confused expressions.
"What was that for?" Sirius whispered back. "She has a nice ass!"
"Sirius!" I whispered, stepping in between them and the witch. "This. Is. A. Hospital!"
"Yeah Sirius…" James said, smirking.
"You too!" I said, glaring down at James.
"Ha-ha James…" Sirius said. I glared down at him too.
"Mr. Lupin?" the witch called. I turned around and took my glass. I looked down at the liquid bubbling inside. I didn't know why I was so weary of this potion. I had taken so many in my lifetime I should be used to it by now. I brought the glass up to my lips and drained it. The potion didn't taste bad oddly enough; it tasted like chocolate milk.
"Alright boys, I shall be back in ten minutes so the potion can take affect before I take you up to Ms. Tonks's room. Okay?" she said, turning to leave.
"Thank you," I said, nodding my head in her direction.
"Yeah," Sirius said. "Thanks a lot…" he said as he and James watched her again as she walked out of the room, closing the door.
"You two are pigs," I commented, chuckling.
"What?" Sirius said incredulously. "You gotta admit she was hot, Remus!" he said, indicating the door she had just walked out of.
"No, I didn't," I said, crossing my arms.
"Whatever," James said. "But I agree with Sirius."
I rolled my eyes and chuckled. We sat there for ten more minutes, James and Sirius goofing around. I had to keep them under control because they could set the place on fire if they weren't careful. They probably would've thought that was hilarious. Suddenly, the young witch returned.
"Common boys," she called. We got up and followed her out of the room, although I don't think James and Sirius were watching where they were going.
"Get a hold of yourselves," I whispered through gritted teeth as we rounded a corner into a new ward. The witch led us up to a door that had a dry-erase board on it that read:
Nymphadora Tonks. Spattergroit. Healer: Marcy McWhite.
"Do you happen to be Marcy?" Sirius asked the witch with a bucket load of Sirius charm.
"Yes," she replied, cocking an eyebrow. "Why?"
"Oh I was just wondering," Sirius said, smirking at James.
"Oh. Okay.. Well.. Right in here boys," she said, opening the door.
We stepped into a dimly-lit room with one window that was partially open to the grey sky above. After examining the room, I then looked down at the bed in front of me. On either side of it sat her parents, her mother holding her hand and her father looking tired and grim. I then looked at her, something I didn't want to see, but had to. She lay there, her whole body covered in the usual spattergroit spots. Her face was as white as mine after a full moon and she had dark circles under those beautiful eyes. She could've been dead. Her metamorphic abilities seemed to have stopped working so her hair lay like a puddle of mud around her head. She wasn't moving, just laying there as still as a corpse.
I turned to look at James and Sirius who seemed to have lost all color too, their jaws hanging slightly open. Mrs. Tonks looked up at us and smiled. She looked sleep deprived and weary.
"Hello boys," she said weakly, leaving her daughter's side and standing up to greet us. "I'm Mrs. Tonks, I'm sure you remember me."
"Hullo," James and Sirius said absentmindedly. I was still staring at her daughter.
"She has been asking for you for days now," Mrs. Tonks continued in an undertone. "Especially you Remus."
My throat closed up for a second and I thought I was going to cry but I held myself together. I tore my eyes away from her and looked at her mother.
"You can go see her if you would like," she said, turning back to look at her daughter. I was the first one to step forward. I walked over and took her mother's seat. She looked even worse up close. I took her hand just as I had when she was getting her wrist fixed in the hospital wing. I took it up to my face and closed my eyes tightly as a tear leaked out and lay glistening on her hand. Then she stirred.
"Remus…" she muttered.
"I'm here," I said weakly, pulling away from her hand and looking at her face. She opened her eyes and they landed on me.
When I opened my eyes I saw him. Remus. Sitting next to me, holding my hand. I felt a wave of happiness and comfort wash over me.
"Remus," I breathed, trying to sit up.
"No, don't do that honey!" the healer said, rushing over to me and pushing me back down into the bed. "Don't over exert yourself."
"I've missed you," I said, looking back at Remus, ignoring the witch.
"I've missed you too," he said, and I saw a tear slide down his cheek.
"Why are crying?" I asked and he looked down into his lap.
"I've missed you so much," he choked out. "I was so worried about you."
"Don't cry," I said, wanting to hug him so badly but not daring to under the watchful eye of healer McWhite.
"I'm sorry," he said, wiping his face with his free hand.
"Don't be sorry for crying," I said, smiling weakly at him. He let out a small laugh. Suddenly I heard:
"Hey Tonksie," from someone else in the room. I turned and saw James and Sirius at the foot of my bed. I had no idea they were even here. I had forgotten about everyone else for a second.
"Hey boys," I said as they walked over.
"How're you feeling," James asked.
"Better now that you're here," I said, looking around at all of them.
So, for a few hours, all thoughts of being sick fled my mind. Sitting around with my friends made the pain go away. But even as we sat there together, Remus never let go of my hand, and I couldn't stop smiling.
I like this one! ^.^