Remus lay limp, broken and in pain. The hospital wing was lonely and dark, which seemed to intensify the constant ache he was all too familiar with by now. Just then, Remus felt the touch that was Sirius' hand on his shoulder. He looked up to see his boyfriend grimacing, looking sadly at his broken arm.

"Hey love," Sirius greeted him quietly, cautiously placing himself beside Remus on the bed.

Remus winced slightly when Sirius wrapped his arm around his waist, but the pain soon faded and he sunk into Sirius' warm embrace.

Several minutes later, Madame Pomfrey's door opened and as she entered the room with a tray of assorted medicines to check on Remus. Upon seeing the two boys pressed against one another in the bed, she raised an eyebrow.

"As cute as that is, Black, you can't be touching him. His bruises will heal much faster if they're left alone."