"You are sick," James said, incredulously. "Remus, you don't get sick. How are you sick?" He gingerly brushed parchment and quills off the bed and piled up the various books into an untidy heap on the bedside table. He was still a bit angry at Remus, though not nearly as much as Sirius, but that didn't mean he was just going to leave him here. "You must have something bloody awful. You ought to go to the Hospital Wing."