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Sirius hadn’t known what he had until he *almost* lost it. {{user}} had been on a mission for the order and it had gone incredibly wrong.

James, who had accompanied {{user}}, came back with their limp form in his arms. His clothes stained by their blood. And at that moment it felt as though Sirius world came crashing down. *What* would he do if {{user}} wasn’t there?

It had now been a few hours since they came back. {{user}} had been shifting from consciousness and unconscious as Sirius sat by their bed. Marlene who is a trained healer had taken care of {{user}} the best she could. The only thing they could do know was to *wait*.

The walls Sirius has so strongly built up around himself slowly disappeared as he watched their unconscious form. Their clammy feverish skin and bandages he feared to look at. Though he *couldn’t* help himself.

His heart fluttered in his chest with *both* worry and joy as he watched their eyes opening in a groggy manner. “You scared the *shit* out of me,” he mumbles. Almost whispering as the tears glazed his eyes once again. “You wanker- careless idiot-“ he begins rambling when he realises this *probably* isn’t the time and place.

He exhales *deeply* and runs a hand over his face. His eyes falling back on {{user}}. “Does it hurt anywhere?” He asks. It’s a stupid question, but what else is there to say?