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.

[imeantosay]

Simon said nothing in reply to Sirius' comment, continuing at his work. Sure, he didn't have a wand, but he put far more stock in his own abilities than that of someone waving a stick about. Call him a traditionalist.

Gazing to the wound, he frowned.

"You weren't near anything ..." he began, then shook his head, "No, that's ridiculous; nothing around here could have that level of radiation..."

James took Sirius' hand, squeezing it gently and trying not to look to concerned or like he might throw up. It was growing increasingly difficult.

[lies_unspoken]

"People can have a lot of different powers," Jan murmured to Simon. She wasn't exactly sure what radiation was, but she had a vague sort of idea. Grey eyes flicked to James and Sirius before resettling on Simon. "It ... might be more possible than you think."

"His hand was glowing," Sirius reminded Simon. At least, he thought he reminded. "Did I tell him already about the hand, Prongsy?" He squeezed James' hand back gently before turning his gaze toward him. "I did. I said so," he decided. He lifted his head a little to gaze down to his chest, and sort of wished he hadn't.

[imeantosay]

Simon sighed, stepping back from the wounds which were as clean as he was going to get them.

"Well, in that case, I'm going to need to give you an antiemetic," he murmured, opening a drawer to pull out a clear vial of liquid, "It'll help with any nausea you may be feeling. I'm ... not sure if I can get rid of all of it, but this will help."

He frowned; he'd never before felt so helpless as a doctor, but how did you treat radiation sickness, really? He just had to hope that Sirius hadn't been badly enough exposed and keep his treatment constant, flush his system. Simon's brow furrowed in concentration as he filled a needle with the substance.

Prongs watched Simon with fascination, up until the needle came out. Then he was very, very glad he wasn't Sirius just then. Averting his eyes, he nodded to his mate.

"You did, Pads," he agreed, "Just ... oh, Merlin ..."

He wanted to have something helpful and comforting to say, something more than that, but he was wigged right out. His best mate could die for crying out loud.

[lies_unspoken]

"Muggle medicine," he muttered again as his eyes closed. Should he feel nauseated? He mostly felt cold, and a little giddy. Kind of sleepy, but the pain was mostly fading. "It'll be okay, Prongs," he assured his lover, his friend. "I can't die here, right? I mean, they'll bring me back if I do. Isn't that how it works?"

Jan decided it probably wasn't wise to point out that had been a special circumstance. It wouldn't help anyone. Instead, she decided she'd do better outside - surely there were a few strays that needed tending. She offered them a little wave, squeezing James' shoulder gently as she started out of the lab.

She wondered how many more were going to end up there.

[pronged_one]

James thought that he would really, really like it if Sirius stopped talking about death. He didn't think he could handle it; he'd likely break down.

"Right," he assured him, even though he wasn't sure if that was true or not.

But it had to be, because Sirius couldn't die. He blinked back tears, trying not to look like a complete girl as he regarded what was probably the most important person in his life. No, he couldn't die. James wouldn't let him. He sighed, wishing he could really make that choice.

Simon tried not to think too much about how close these two seemed. It really wasn't his place to judge, anyways. Flicking the needle to rid it of air bubbles, Simon sanitized Sirius' arm before plunging the tip of it into his skin, easing the liquid into him.

[lies_unspoken]

He yelped as the needle pricked his skin. One would think if one's chest was torn open, and there was some radiation sickness or something, one wouldn't mind a needle prick.

But he did. "This had better help," he muttered before he sighed. He swung his hand slightly as his eyes rolled back a little before they closed. "It looks bad, doesn't it? My chest. It's all cold, and ... hurty." Because hurty was apparently a good vocabulary word.

"If something happens to me ... you'll have to train up Remus t'take my place. And if I get home before you do, I'll hex Peter. Every day until forever." He giggled a little, wondering if it was the drugs, the stress, or the pain that was making him so random.

[pronged_one]

"Nothing's going to happen to you," he said fervently, "You're going to be fine because ... you just are, all right?"

If his chest hadn't been all torn up, James might have buried himself in it. As it was, he satisfied himself with clinging to Sirius' hand for all he was worth.

Simon pulled back, disposing of the needle before he glanced between the pair of them again. He brought out the dermal mender and began to work on repairing what he could of the damage.

[lies_unspoken]

"I'll be fine," he agreed, squeezing James' hand. "Fine, I'll be fine. Promise." He closed his eyes. "Can I go to sleep? Or is this like being conked on the head with a bludger? James got hit with a bludger once. Not on his head though."

He giggled. "And not just once. James, d'you remember that one match? The one ..." he trailed off and squeezed his hand again.

[imeantosay]

"You can sleep," he agreed, "If you can. You should try to, anyways; it might help."

And it certainly wouldn't hurt.

James didn't feel all that great about Sirius' babbling. What he would have liked, really, was for him to just be up and about like nothing had happened. Somehow he got the feeling that wasn't going to happen.

"Yeah, mate," he agreed, "I remember."

His heart wasn't in it, though; it was hard to do any more than just sit hopelessly by and ... mope.

[lies_unspoken]

"Okay," he agreed. "Prongs, you should tell Moony. He needs to be up here. Evans too, but not Snivelly. He'd probably take the time to hex me, right?" He chuckled, and sighed, and winced a little before he opened his eyes to glance up to James. "Does it look any better, mate?"

[pronged_one]

He looked at Sirius' wounds, but it was hard to tell. He shook his head..

"I don't know," he replied, "And I'm not going anywhere, mate. Not even to get Moony."

Nothing short of a threat on his life was dragging James from that bed.

Stepping back, Simon nodded to the pair of them.

"That's all I can do for now," he informed them, "Just try to rest and I'll come check back on you in a while."

[lies_unspoken]

"Thanks, doc," he mumbled toward Simon. Even if it was muggle medicine, it seemed to be doing something. He'd just... find one of the healers later. The ones who could do it magically.

Not that he didn't appreciate Simon's efforts; he simply preferred to work with what he knew. And what he knew was a bit of wandwork and some disgusting potions.