What good were friends when they treated him like a joke, a charity case, an animal to point and laugh at in a zoo?

Sirius thought it would be funny to tell Severus where he went every full moon. A prank, Sirius tried to tell him. A little bit of fun, no harm intended. Remus knew it was bullsh*t. He could've killed Severus, even if he didn't mean to. He was a werewolf, he couldn't control his actions when he transformed.

His 'friends' have been trying to talk to him, trying to apologise, while he's been in the Hospital Wing. But he's been ignoring them. He doesn't need them. In fact, he doesn't need anyone.

"I don't need you," he says with a glare, pushing himself to sit up on the bed. "Why can't you leave me alone? Why can't you act like bloody everyone else and pretend I don't exist?"

He sees them open their mouth to respond but he cuts them off. "Don't even start with that 'you're not in the right mindset' bullsh*t," he points an accusatory finger at them. "I don't need you to psychoanalyse me! You don't know me, you have no right to know me!"

"I don't care that you've been here after evey full moon, I don't care that Pads 'didn't mean for it to go that far', you all knew he was going to do it," Remus' eyes narrow. "I could've killed him! I could've killed someone because of your bloody joke!"

"I didn't ask for you to be here. I don't need you to be here, I am fine on my own."