Day Twenty - Recovery, already?

[lies_unspoken]

Who: Sirius, James, Simon
Where: Medlab
When: after leaving the portal fiasco
Rating: PG-R in case there is language

Status: Closed, completed
Summary: James brings Sirius to the medlab; Simon tends to him while Sirius whines about Muggle medicine and jokes about dying. James angsts a little before Sirius falls asleep.

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[pronged_one]

"Too bloody bad," he said, trying to lighten the mood despite the stricken expression on his face, "I'll watch if I want to."

He did try not to look at Sirius' chest, though; he was rather worried about what he might see. Even seeing Sirius like this, telling him not too look had him choking on emotion.

Simon hurried over; he'd foreseen a need for his services that day and had prepared as best he could for just this sort of occasion. Or something similar, anyhow.

"What happened?" he asked, gaze flicking between both boys, not really sure who was in a better position to answer that.

[lies_unspoken]

"I dunno, exactly," Sirius admitted as he started to slowly peel his robes away from his cold, torn-up chest. "It was ice, I'm pretty sure, kind of jetting from ... his hand. The other hand was all red. I don't know if that did anything. To me, I mean."

It hurt like a bitch though, and he laughed kind of shrilly as he realized some of the fabric had been embedded into his skin. "Don't think I'm going to make it, Prongsy," he said, trying to joke.

But maybe it was ... too serious to joke about.

[pronged_one]

"Don't even say that," he replied, not missing a beat, not bothering with the joke; he really wasn't amused by this, "Not funny."

Simon nodded, examining the wounds carefully. That was an odd colour, though, and he frowned. Well, first things first; he needed to clean out those wounds, get debris out of them. Moving quickly, he came up alongside Sirius, a smoother ready to go.

"I'm just going to give you some of this to ease the pain a little," he said before injecting it into his neck.

Diligently, he began to clear the wounds.

[lies_unspoken]

"Oi!" he called out as he jerked a little. "Muggle medicine," he muttered and scoffed, reaching across to rub at the injection site. "Give me a good mediwitch any day over that rubbish," he grumbled.

He closed his eyes, groaning lightly. He wondered if people would make it in this far, if the labs would be subject to attack. Reaching out his hand, he tried to find Prongs', a sleepy, kind of goofy grin on his lips.

Jan stepped in quietly, with Isabel in her arms. She glanced over to Sirius' chest, made a little noise, and looked away. Settling the dog down on one of the beds, she glanced around for a free doctor. Catching Hank's eye, she pointed him at Bel, explaining what had happened before she moved over toward James and Sirius and Simon. She did hang back enough that she wasn't in the way, but she was curious to watch him work.