Healers were idiots, Regulus decided. Where did they take the potions they were handing out came from? Of course, he knew what to give and when, but it took too long repeating the same information before he finally told them that he was taking Remus home and if they had a problem, they could hex him (and expect to be hexed back).
He returned to Remus' bed only to find more people, proving that only his presence had kept the idiots at bay. "You two can relive your delinquent youth at the house," he said. "Evans," he added, barely looking at her.
"Sirius, you shouldn't be walking around. Skele-gro doesn't do miracles and you had to walk or fly here, which isn't good for you. You're in luck since I have arranged for a carriage to the gates, which you will take or I'll let your husband know." He turned to Remus. "They said you can't leave; I told them otherwise. Dolan and Kreacher have brought our things to the house. I have your cloak. You can use that to cover yourself and you're back in bed when we get there. Let's go home, gentlemen."