Harry followed them all into the room and then pulled the door shut behind him, leaning back some against the door as Sirius moved forward towards the now unconscious werewolf. He would move forward, but he knew there wasn't much he could do in this situation but get in the way. So both shoulders pressed back into the door and he stared at Sirius' back.
Jalil, however, wasn't standing back. He moved to the other side of the bed and watched as Sirius touched the smaller man on the bed.. why was he touching him? Wasn't he supposed to.. pull out some sort of magic wand? He didn't like the idea, but he didn't have much of a choice. If they could "heal" Remus with their magic, who was he to stop them? He couldn't take Remus to the hospital. He had hoped that these.. magic people would be able to fix him. That was why he had been planning on going to retrieve them. But it didn't mean he was comfortable with it.
"He was shot." Confirmed. But Sirius wasn't going to get much more out of him. He didn't know much about him, but he knew that Sirius had been a stranger to Remus when he'd arrived, not like the man standing at the door (though Harry had technically been a stranger, but he was one of Remus' friends.. children? Because that made sense...) Sharp green eyes that contrasted so much with his dark skin were watching Sirius' hand.. how was that helping anything?