#(and posts/articles ive read on how to write chronic illness and cane/wheelchair users)

[enbysiriusblack]

How about a hurt/comfort prompt involving Remus having a particularly bad day of chronic pain and his friends are helping him through it

"We've got a test today."

"I could care less", James huffed, pushing Remus back down into bed.

"That's not grammatically correct", Remus tried to say, wincing as he spoke.

Peter and Sirius came in the room, carrying a wheelchair between the two.

Peter wheeled it over to Remus' bed, "Pomfrey told us to tell you not to go to classes today so just to use the chair to go to meals and for 'a pinch of sunlight'"

Sirius snorted, "she's got too much faith in you, Moony", they said, laying down at the end of Remus' bed just before turning into Padfoot.

Remus reached out a hand to stroke them, "I'm just going to use my cruch, I am not spending all day in that."

James sighed, "you are. Come on, it's not a big deal."

"You're not the one that has to use it. It's embarrassing!"

Sirius turned back into human form, a grin instantly on their face as they jumped off the bed and grabbed a piece of red ribbon that Sirius usually used for their hair. They tied it to the wheel.

"Now it's more personal, like it's yours, a part of you."

"I don't want it to be a part of me."

James grabbed a gel pen that Lily had given him and went over to the wheelchair, "I didn't want my hair to be part of me but what can you do? "

Peter snorted, "Cut it off?"

"Not the point", James said, starting to draw little stars, moons, and books on the red ribbon.

"Well what is your point?" Sirius chimed in, starting to add more ribbon.

"My point is that sometimes you have to use, carry, wear, or have things that you don't like so the only thing to do is to make yourself like it more. I didn't like my hair, but I'd look terrible with it all shaved off, so I just let it grow out more and used my Pitā's hair stuff."

Remus rolled his eyes, "your hair has always looked the exact same."

"Again, not the point. For me, it feels different, I think it's different and I feel like it's very much me. Even though it's the 'exact same' as you lot seem to think."

Remus' scowl hardened before looking again at the wheelchair, Peter was now painting a plant that looked suspiciously similar to cannabis, on the back of the chair. The wheels were now covered in red, beige, and yellow ribbon, half of the ribbon holding scattered doodles from James.

Remus' scowl lifted, and he reached for a packet of fags, "you know... no teachers are going to think of checking my chair for contraband. I think we've got a new hiding place, lads."

Peter grinned as he slipped the packet into the chair's back pocket.

Sirius held out a hand to help Remus up, "You sure you're alright for classes?"

"We have DADA, Padfoot. Lycanthropy may have some control over my life, but it will never dictate what I can or can't do."