#in shan's words the green whistle is like a morphine vape

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@jegulus-microfic january 16, bone, 280 words

It’s a Friday night, and instead of working up the guts to finally ask Remus out, Sirius is instead spending his night at the local hospital emergency room with James, who’s as high as a kite. It’s a vast improvement from the shaky, pale, close-to-passing-out James who he’d half-carried in here half an hour ago, and watching James make a fool of himself is a welcome distraction from the literal bone protruding from his arm.

“You must be James. I’m – wait, Sirius?”

Sirius’ head shoots up at the sound of his brother’s voice, standing at the end of James’ bed in his scrubs.

“Reg! I didn’t know you were working tonight,” Sirius says cheerfully.

“Dorcas is off sick, so I’m covering for—”

“Holy shit.”

The brothers both look over to find James staring at Regulus with what can only be described as stars in his eyes.

Sirius chuckles, “Sorry about him, he's had a bit too much of the green whistle.”

James’ eyes go wide and jaw drops open as he gasps, “Wait, Sirius. You know him?”

“Yeah, this is my brother, Reg! He’s a nurse here. Reg, James. James, Reg,” Sirius says, gesturing between them by way of introduction.

“This is your brother? Fucking hell, Pads. I thought you were a stunner but he is—” James seems to lose the ability to speak then, staring at Regulus with a goofy smile.

“Ah, the infamous James. Lovely to finally meet you,” Regulus laughs. “I just came by to let you know that they’ll be taking you back in about fifteen minutes, so hang tight.”

If Sirius didn’t know any better, he’d say that Regulus is blushing as he walks away.