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.

[pronged_one]

Realizing he couldn't really lean his head against Sirius' chest, James opted for a shoulder, resting his forehead against his mate. It was awkward and uncomfortable, but better that than to have Sirius see him cry. That was just embarrassing.

"You'll be fine," he assured him hollowly, voice echoing slightly in his own ears.

Because he just had to be.

[lies_unspoken]

"I know," he mumbled. "I have you. I'll be fine," he echoed Prongs, his eyes drifting closed. "S'long as I have you," he continued before he sighed, relaxing against the bed.

He'd be all right. In a bit. After sleep.