Peter did not want to go near him. He did not want to do this anymore. He just wanted to go back to his dorm, his warm bed and the familiar sheets, where blood wasn't, where he and his mates had shared good times, memories of laughing over one prank or another.
Not this!
He could not resist though, as Remus pulled him close, the stench of blood reaching him once again, stronger then what clung to his clothes. His stomach turned over.
"Remus, I--" I don't want to. Don't make me!
He let out a shuddering breath, kneeling down beside his friends, and doing as he was instructed, hand shaking as he lifted Sirius' arm up.
"I--I'm sorry, M-Moony, I--he...I got here too late..."