“How is he?” Sirius asked, biting his lower lip as he looked at Remus, still lying unconscious in the stark hospital bed. “You’ll be able to help him, won’t you?”
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“We are certainly trying to, Mr Black, he’s receiving intensive treatment,” the nurse said kindly, looking at him with pity, and a sad smile. “We can but hope.”
“How is he?” Sirius asked, biting his lower lip as he looked at Remus, still lying unconscious in the stark hospital bed. “You’ll be able to help him, won’t you?”
“Well, Mr Black,” began the nurse, flicking through his detailed chart info. “His fluid input and output is being monitored, he’s on a X solution, infusing at a rate of X, and he had a catheter in place which so far has an output of X urine in 24hrs which is fine. He’s having twice daily bloods via his central line, we’re awaiting the results from this morning, his BP and PR are relatively stable and his oxygen sats are pretty stable at X%, he’s due a chest X-ray and then he’s due an MRI abdomen at noon, I hope that’s not a mistake, I’ll double check the handover to make sure it’s not meant to be an MRI thorax, the dietitian is on her way to make recommendations regarding his NG feed and…”
Sirius Black looked at the muggle camera which had had randomly materialised beside him.
“Er, I think that might be like TMI, as far as the readers are concerned?” he whispered.
The nurse drew themselves up fully and glared at him.
“TMI? I HAVEN’T EVEN GONE THROUGH HIS ENTIRE CARE PLAN! What about the protocols to avoid pressure ulcers? The water bed? The cardiology consult? The physio for his chest infection? The- “
Sirius Black was still staring at the muggle camera, grimacing.
“What about the extreme pining? The tearful soliloquy by Moony’s bedside? The angsty phone call to Prongs? The ugly crying with Evans? The convo with a distraught Hope and Lyall? He’s not going to recover from his injuries until he hears me tell him I’m desperately, overwhelmingly, truly, madly, deeply in love with him, we need to skip all this and fast forward to-“ he said, throwing his hands into the air.
“Fast forward? FAST FORWARD? I HAVEN’T EVEN TOLD YOU ALL THE MEDS HE’S ON AND WHICH CONSULTANT TEAM HE’S- “ the nurse was staring at him in horror, utterly gobsmacked.
A low groan arose from Remus’ bed.
“Padfoot,” he said, in a ragged whisper. “Did you just admit that you’re in love with me?”
“Ah for fuck’s sake, you’ve just ruined the entire bloody build up!” Sirius huffed. “This is not the direction that RJ wanted this fic to-“
“Out! I need to check his obs, plus, visiting hours are over!”
“But what about the sleeping by his bedside twenty-four seven for like six months?” Sirius gasped in shock. “What about the-“
“Is anyone going to acknowledge that I fucking well woke up here? From a fucking coma? Hello??” Remus Lupin said in an icy tone.
“Mr Lupin, we haven’t gotten to that part yet! Kindly lie back down and feign unconsciousness till I finish your goddam care plan!”
“I HAVEN’T EVEN HAD TIME TO BUY THE FUCKING RING YET MOONY, YOU IDIOT!”
