Marauders wolfstar

Hospital rooms, and convincing fumes

Remus's POV

The only thing I rember from that night is the pain.
Siring pain burning through my face as dark red dripped into my vision, finally making the world go black.

When I woke up it was to find that my eyes were shut against something scratchy.
Then the soothing voice of my mother was by my ear, egging me back to sleep. Completely forgetting that if my mother was here there was a good chanes that my father was as well.

The next time I woke up I was able to open my eyes, but not my mouth.
My brain was to foggy to freak out so I took this time to scan the bright room with my eyes, not bothering to even try to turn my head along with it.
The room I was in was very clearly a hospital room, but I couldn't be sure considering id never been in one before.

"Good morning." A familiar voice said from the right hand corner.
I trailed my eyes over to the noise to see non other than Sirius himself.
"You really do sleep like the dead you know." He said. I didn't do anything to answer, feeling a bit of pain as I finally moved my neck.

Sirius looked to the ground as he handed me a note with my moms name on it.
"She asked me to give this to you and for me to tell you to not open it until May 11th."
I looked up at him with dull eyes, feeling as though I didn't have emotions.

"I'll let you rest a bit more, the bandages on your face need to be changed anyway." Sirius said before making his way to the doorframe.

Before he stepped over the mantle he stoped and looked back to me. "Sleep until it's necessary to wake up. You don't want to witness this right now. I'll talk to you later." He then gave me a nod and made his way out, leaving me with more questions then I'd started with.

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Sirius's POV
It hurt.
Something inside hurt me when I saw Remus laying on that hospital bed, face covered in bandages with the blood slowly soaking through them.
I walked out of his room and down the hall, turning left once, then too more times right towards the waiting room where everyone was seated.

As soon as I entered everyone shot up out of there seats. Faces clouded with worry at the thought of their best friend dying,
"How is he?" James questioned, giving his parents a look to stay to the side.

"They said he's gonna live, but his skin sure as hell isn't..." I told them, mumbling slightly under my breath.
"Well I expect as much, it looked like a really big gash." James Answered honestly.
"He was just so insecure about his scars already... I don't know how much more he can take... especially if theres one right across his face."
I held my breath for a few minutes after that, trying to calm my nerves as goose bumps tracked up the back of my neck.

"The nurse said she'll come out to talk to us in a few minutes." The Potters told us, smiling grimly.

Then we waited.
For what felt like hours, I'm sure was only five minutes, but eventually the nurse did come out to talk.

"We have a few options for Remus, but we don't know where his parents went and we need there permission for everything that is said here." The nurse explained a bit impatiently as she sat down.
"Remus's "parents" aren't welcome here right now." I said in more of a dark tone then I meant to.

My friends gave me a look trying to tell me to shut up so for the moment I closed my mouth.
"We have a parchment with his mums signature on it, saying she agrees to anything necessary, or anything that will help." Mr Potter added after a moment of silence.

The nurse then turns her head towards the Potters with curiosity.
"How do I know this is real?" She questioned suspiciously.

Mr potter rolled his eyes at the woman in front of him, his patients running thin as to be expected, he was responsible for a child that almost died tonight, that's not something you hear everyday.
"Look, it's the best that his mother could do with the time she had, can you just take it and help the boy? If you don't our time will be wasted and we'll have to head to another hospital."
He answered tiredly, rubbing his hand down his face as he did.

The nurse in front of us sighed before standing up straight, stretching slightly as she did, obviously tired after a long day.
"Ok, sure that's fine but if I get in trouble for this your going to be blamed." She told us.

"Very mature..." I heard my James's dad whisper under his breath.
I snickered at this when no one was looking.

"So these are the Choices" She started loudly.
"I've already briefly run them past your friend and he said whatever he needed was fine and to let someone else choose the big stuff, so here I am." She talked steadily, almost calmly in a way, so different from the way she was talking before.
"Number one, he just simply gets the stitches he needs, then walks around with a giant scar across his face for the rest of his life, or, he can get a prosthetic face."
I stud there dumbfounded for a few minutes as she continued to explain.
It wouldn't be something he could ware all the time, but just something to strap on when he went outside." She finished, bitting her lip as she waited for our reactions.

"....stitches?..." James asked timidly.
The nurse nodded in his detection.
"Yes, his wounds are made by a werewolf, we do not have the power to fix it."

We all sat there waiting for someone to come up with an answer, when finally, Peter spoke up.
"I think he'd want the prosthetic face..." he blurted out.
We all looked at him expectantly but he didn't continue, simply looked away from our pricing eyes towards the floor.

"Your right, he probably wouldn't ware it that much but it would give him the coverage he needed when he wanted it." James finished for him.
The nurse looked around to us one more time before standing back up,
"Alright, ill send in the order." She said before walking away.
"Come back tomorrow, he should be feeling a little better by then." She called over her shoulder one last time before completely turning the corner.

None of us said anything for a while after that.
Even through the car ride home we waited until we were tucked into bed again to actually start talking.

"Do you think he's gonna be upset with himself?" I asked quietly.
I heard some rustling as someone turned into there side.
"Ya probably." James Answered shortly, clearly still stressing over how Remus was doing.
Peter stayed silent as he pulled the covers over his head, slowing his breath down as a calming technique.

When no one else said anything I also rolled onto my side, hoping with my entire soul that I wouldn't dream about what we saw, when we didn't listen.

            End of chapter 20

I am so so so so SO sorry about how late this is! I completely forgot to tell everyone that I went camping recently and that I wouldn't have wifi so that's fun!
This is kinda short, but I'm actually exhausted so I didn't have enough brain cells to write anymore.
Sorry if this is bad, it was kinda rushed, because I felt bad for not posting for so long!
I hope your having an amazing day!
If you aren't just remember you never have to live it again!