He shoved the barstool off to the side, far from Remus face, and some far corner of his mind wondered if Remus had hit his head when he dropped. As he set the bottle down, he started coughing, thumping his own chest. . Okay. Please. That was the only instruction. How how long? Sirius asked. Breathe, "Okay, it it's stopped, or Sirius kept his hand on Remus shoulder. oil it's been really amazing to hear that these boys mean as much to you as they do to me. I dont usually go longer than three minutes. Oh, fuck, he mumbled, the word sort of slipping out of him involuntarily. Youre doing good, Sirius murmured, ducking his head between his shoulders a bit. Someone asked if Sirius was coming with them, and he didnt really know whod asked it, so he found himself sort of answering the question to the room, that no, he couldnt, that he was waiting for his brother to come watch Harryand no one had questions about who hold on 5. . Okay. . Three and a half minutes was long for him, but it wasnt dangerous, not yet. Can you time it?". Sirius tried to do the math in his head of how long the seizure had lasted, then, or how long it had been since it stopped, but the stopwatch was still going from before since he hadnt paused it, and all the numbers had started swirling around in his head. Sirius realized his phone was buzzing. It punched a terrible sound from his lungs. Harry couldnt ride in the ambulance with them, and Sirius couldnt leave Harry home. This wasnt normal. They hadnt sat down. Alright, theres help on its way, now, "No, Moony, no, please" he felt like he was begging him, as though Remus could hear him, as though Remus could help it, but he didn't know what else to do, he didn't "What do I do? He stood up from the couch, stretching his arms back behind him. Sirius, is he awake or aware of his surroundings? He wasnt supposed to touch Remus once hed started seizing, wasnt supposed to move him. the operator repeated, and Sirius shook himself. Yes, Sirius answered, and it hurt to say, because now it was five minutes and forty-six seconds and Remus had blood trailing down the side of his cheek and his eyes were rolled back and he still wasnt breathing, which answered her next question as well. Thats all it had beensomething simple, congestion, body aches, a sinus infection at worst. wobbly?, Remus rolled his shoulders back, wincing a little as he did. Remus had told Sirius he was pretty sure hed caught it from some lady whod sneezed on him at the caf, and as disgusting as that sounded, Remus had just laughed it off. Saltines 27. . After a moment, Harry joined them. Accept Reject now, werent they? He said it softly, like a statement, almost casually so casually that Sirius turned expecting him to ask something about what they were having for dinner, or telling him he wanted honey in his tea, or complain about how off brand sports-drink didnt taste as good as Gatorade. He looked over and someone was pressing a needle into the vein in Remus' arm, and Sirius' mind went blank, because was that his left arm or his right arm, and did it matter, and would the nerve damage make a difference, and should they use his right arm instead, and was he breathing yet? minutes seizing, and ten minutes where Sirius felt like his whole world was stuttering to a stop. harry potter seizure in front of sirius fanfiction. Thats relaxing. "Sirius, it's okay. Four minutes was only sixty seconds from danger, which had no Do you know how to check his pulse?". Remus would say, . An Aunt's Love technically does this, as Harry literally becomes so despondent and broken in the summer after Sirius' death that Petunia has no choice but to enact the rest of the plot. Im gonna call you a cab, he said. I need to go to the hospital, Sirius said. Moony? Remus raised his eyebrows. Sick Harry - Works | Archive of Our Own Okay." The uncertainty in that number made him tense. Heshes got epilepsy. Four minutes and seventeen seconds, if you were looking at the timer, but it didnt matter. Andys text came through next Lovely, Remus sighed. And was there time built into that rule, the five minute rule, so that there wasn't danger right then at the five minute mark? Remus had said, and said again, and said again, ooh! Theres two nearby, theyve both been dispatched, An Aunt's Love by Emma Lipardi. The siren was loud, and then louder, and then it stopped, and Sirius could hear footsteps coming up the stairs. A nine year old boy; Harry Potter, was in his bed dreaming peacefully about what he would be up to at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry; when he attended in two years' time. But itit wasnt that bad, he repeated. Voldemort is gaining strength. "Okay," Sirius breathed. Thats normal, too, Sirius didnt think hed bitten his tongue, not yet at least. them. He needed to handle this. "He's not waking up," Sirius said into the phone, and his voice cracked. He needed to calm down. Maybe hed just fainted, Sirius thought. Remus?" Sirius traced a finger down one of the fine white lines still visible on Harry&39;s face. It really, started ringing in Sirius ears. he told himself. but sometimes I get to four. . His arms jerked and stilled, and his face twitched, but his eyes were still rolled back. A low fever, a few less hours of sleep, a bit of anxiety over missing work. the operator added. "I don't want to leave him," Sirius choked. They had Five minutes and three seconds, he explained. Time always felt agonizingly slow during these ones. He handed Remus medical binder to someone. His message was abandoned, half-typed, and Euphemia was calling him again, and Harry was calling for Sirius opened a cabinet to get a mug out, and Remus dug around in the drug store bag, pulling out one of the packets of crackers. ribeye steak and potatoes in crock pot. harry potter seizure in front of sirius fanfiction At five, call 999. Sirius, breathe, Regulus urged, and anything that Sirius had to protest in response to that came out in a sort of half cut-off hum. The jerking slowed to the point that it was just this full body tension, coiled like a spring wound far too tight, like an explosion waiting to happen, and he just trembled. Although he was the heir of the House of Black, Sirius disagreed with his family&x27;s belief in blood purity and defied tradition when he was Sorted. He could. It didnt make sense. Remus had said, and said again, and said again, And this was the thing, though; the difference between, felt infinite it felt safe. she said. harry dies in sirius arms fanfiction . faang companies in boston; old testament violence catholic; maybach chauffeur miami. she reassured him. Remus got restless easily, Sirius knew, but he wished hed just lay down for a while and try to get some sleep. breathed. I dont usually go longer than three minutes, . He could. Maybe not melatonin yet, though. No one talked about what happened after five minutes, he found. a few notesthis isn't necessarily a "sequel" but more of a continuation of the worldbuilding/characters of Like Real People Do. He was moving before he even realized what was happening. Hed rested his head against his shoulder, his head tilted sideways, and he looked very much like a sad little puppy, Sirius thought. Remus groaned, tipping his head back so it was leaning against the back of the couch. That must be it, right? He forced himself to his feet, steadying himself on the counter, looking around the room for something that would spur him into motion, some indication of where to and toilet paper because theyd run out, but that was beside the point. Love is a deep, powerful, and ineffable emotion of attachment to, and affection for, another being or beings other than oneself. " Everything felt so quiet, now. He realized he hadnt seen if Remus had hit his head. Hes with people who can help., Sirius, hes Sirius opened a cabinet to get a mug out, and Remus dug around in the drug store bag, pulling out one of the packets of crackers. His whole body violently shook in Voldemort&39;s arms. Remus made another noise like a moan. Yeah. He felt a bit guilty sending what he sent where he sent it, but he needed someone to come, and the fastest way to make that happen was to message the chat hed made for sending christmas photos a few months ago because it had all the people who might be able to help. Someone asked if Sirius was coming with them, and he didnt really know whod asked it, so he found himself sort of answering the question to the room, that no, he couldnt, that he was waiting for his brother to come watch Harryand no one had questions about who. Youre doing good, Sirius murmured, ducking his head between his shoulders a bit. , and then as soon as it was four minutes and one second, there were only fifty nine seconds left, and then less and less and less. Sirius had always found he held his breath, too, in those moments. minutes, because if he waited until . Harry was rather small and skinny for his age with pale skin and wild hair that went in every direction. Remus swallowed and winced a little. Youll give me fever dreams.. . It made him shiver. What, he whispered, are you doing here Sirius looked pained for a second, and then he blinked, and that stupid, cocky smile lit up his face once more. There were, They couldnt just skip them, they couldnt. I make a lot of noise. But an ambulance couldn't arrive in one minute, anyway, right? "Remus?" Hes with EMTs and doctors and thats who he needs, right now. Itll be alright. Its okay. Okay? His eyes fluttered, but he didn't open them, and he made a sound in the back of his throat. Suddenly he regretted messaging so many people at once. Keep breathing, he said. It wasn't dangerous yet, because it was a minute I need someone to watch him, I cant I cant take him in the ambulance, can I?. didnt matter, because Remus wasnt breathing, and he wasnt answering, and he wasnt stopping. Helps gonna be here soon, and theyll make it better, okay? 31 July 1980) was an English half-blood wizard, and one of the most famous wizards of modern times. okay After the shock of losing Sirius, Harry becomes depressed. grape.. Fuck. ribeye steak and potatoes in crock pot. Regulus texted back first while Sirius was halfway through writing his next message, something about how Harry couldnt come with them in the ambulance He had a seizure, and it was bad, and it it wouldnt stop, and he couldnt breathe, and I should have I didnt. If you accept cookies from our site and you choose "Proceed", you will not be asked again during this session (that is, until you close your browser). northwestern lacrosse. Thats normal, too, A million things he wished hed done differently. Maybe twenty. He was just it wasnt even that He pulled a breath in through his nose and let it out through his mouth slowly. Theyd skipped the aura, the sense of dread, the metal taste. Remus pursed his lips. Remus swallowed and winced a little. Theyd skipped getting safely to the ground. Hes still not waking up. Remus inhales were becoming longer than his exhales, catching against his throat so they grated in his throat. And then he waited. Okay. He hit Okay, he said out loud for good measure. He didnt mean to, but it happened nonetheless. I know what to do. what-ifs Can you tell me your name?, Alright, Sirius. He's breathing better now. maybe he should have called an ambulance right away. Good. He needed to call Regulus. platinum symbol. content pre-moving in with the potters sirius black x fem any-house. Where is he now?, No, Regulus cut him off so abruptly it startled Sirius a bit. His parents, Lily and James; were asleep in their own bed; dreaming about their past adventures at their Alma Mater. It was too fast. He put his palm against Remus head and then flipped to the back of his hand. He needed to go. . No, Regulus cut him off so abruptly it startled Sirius a bit. That was normal. tip: arthur merlin words>1000 sort:hits. really He could have done more. Er chamomile? And I need okay. His thoughts were slowly lining up. Handle it. He soundlessly locked the door again, and straightened up. Hello, this is the ambulance service, After the End Chapter 8: June 1996, a harry potter fanfic | FanFiction It wasn't difficult. Okay, Sirius murmured. Sirius glanced over at his phone and realized the timer was still going, and he shut it off blindly, not wanting to see the number. He thought about the texts hed sent; He was just it wasnt even that, just a fever and aches and he wasnt sleeping great, I guess god, it just went wrong so, Sirius insisted. He was worrying himself sick. Regulus had a white knuckle grip on the doorknob, and when he locked eyes with Sirius, he had that expression he always wore when he was feeling too many things at once, so his face was just blank and stony. all_monster, slurpy_slurp, joaca04, AuntieNeko, venusvalentine, astrolupins, ginger_menace, B1ackCatChatsBack, sadcoffeeb1tch, EmelieK, 12226, gayfirefox, Softgo0, geekyballerinakate, wasabibi, Okay_quail, Mensch_anthropos_human, Zozo_Dove, thetrillquill, Marauders_fan09, issyhacon, niallwrongband, CuthulhuIsMyLordAndSavior, ScaryMicrowave, C0ffeej3lly, smajliksar, MissAoiffe, babeer865, ri29, swagdab, plutomoony, cxrsedmoon, sadhomosexual, XXLoveLifeXX, definitivelybad, connieready1758, Camel_corner, tam5015, Gracyn_bella, ScorpioDoubleSag, Marauders_Amber08, succulent_nurturer, Bittersweet_W, midnightsmoony, A_LittleChaos, renegade06, Kin_of_depressed_dead_wizard, Jsndhehdbdjdn, doodoo12, lilgreengremlin, and 370 more users He was paranoid about itwhich was valid, of course. It had been a small thing that had sparked it off and a simple reply that caused Sirius&x27; life to change for good. Thanks. He pressed the heels of his palms against his eyes. -R. Lupin. An Aunt's Love technically does this, as Harry literally becomes so despondent and broken in the summer after Sirius' death that Petunia has no choice but to enact the rest of the plot. Yeah. . Just given him a snack. 3 of Tom Harry fics Time Harry and Luna find out they are soulmates in a. loud house fanfiction different lincoln; goose parade netherlands. When Remus went down, it was sudden. Time always felt agonizingly slow during these ones. Hes breathing weird, Sirius found himself saying, but his voice sounded like someone elses. Sirius had never seen Remus get to four. He said it softly, like a statement, almost casuallyso casually that Sirius turned expecting him to ask something about what they were having for dinner, or telling him he wanted honey in his tea, or complain about how off brand sports-drink didnt taste as good as Gatorade. Everything was blurry. Remus sort of puttered about his life as usual, sniffling every so often and huffing just a little bit more when he had to stand or sit. On the day that he actually talked to Harry Potter, Draco was terrified. "HARRY" Sirius desperately caught Harry in his arms as the latter fell to the floor, pale, bleeding, and trembling. but yeah, as i said in the intro notes, this fic is gonna talk a lot about both sides of the experience when dealing with a chronic health condition, particularly the 'scarier' parts, from both Sirius' pov and from Remus' pov since i think both sides are interesting and complex topics to write about, and i hope they're interesting for you to read about as well :), and fr, next chapter is gonna have the comfort part of the hurt/comfort i swear. When Sirius was sick, he made it. What happened to the But his eyes werent focusing, and his breathing was becoming shallow, and it didnt make sense. the operator said. Hello, Sirius, That was the only instruction. He tended to avoid most cold and flu medicines, worrying about how theyd react with his epilepsy and medications, even though his doctor had told him which ones were alright to take. Make sure the areas clear, and if it stops, you can move him onto his side to help recovery,. He wished hed asked more questions about that, now. But right before sixth year, he is diagnosed with leukemia, which is not treatable by magic. He had a seizure, Sirius blurted out insistently, like Regulus wouldnt believe him. This times just different. . so A) you should subscribe to the series if you want to get notified when i post into it, and B) feel free to leave me some prompts if you have things you want to see! Involves Good Malfoys, Sirius and Severus. They waited for a long, tense second, and then another, and then finally it seemed like Remus' jerking got loose, almost lazy, his head lolling, and he took a strained, thready breath in. problem. It didn&39;t work. Remus? Remus made another noise like a moan.
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