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He put his fingers up to the pulsepoint in Sirius' neck. It was weak, but he still was able to find one. "Peter, stop. Stop," he said, looking at him sternly. "It's not too late. We're not too late. He's going to be fine." He turned back toward Sirius and pat his cheeks again. "Sirius, Sirius," he said, getting a bit more desperate in his plea for him to wake up.
"Open your eyes, please? Please, Sirius, open your eyes for me," he said. He felt tears starting to find their way to the corners of his eyes, but he wasn't going to let them spill, because that would mean he'd given up, and that was something he refused to do. If he didn't wake up, they'd run him to the hospital wing. Or he'd send Pete to get Pomfrey. They'd fix him. They had to.
When he still didn't respond, Remus took out his wand. He started to unwrap Sirius arm, to look at the damage done. It was pretty extensive, and Remus' healing skills, while advanced, weren't as advanced as someone with proper Healing training. He knew enough, as he'd mended himself countless times over the years, but he'd never tried it on someone else.
"Hold his arm still, Pete," he said. "Understand? Don't shake." He aimed his wand at the cut where blood was still oozing out, and started to mend it back together slowly.