He wanted to. He tried to tell Remus this, but his voice had died, and instead Peter just bite down on his lower lip, trying to keep the tears at bay, and failing all over again.
Sirius would not wake, and that scared him. Scared Peter more then the blood had, and the way he had smiled, as if everything were alright...
Wordlessly, he reached out, taking hold of his mate's arm, just as he had been told. Not shaking up hardier, but damned if he did not try.
Sirius just needed patched up. Remus could do that. He could.