The events of the past few days had Paul worried sick. He had barely slept the night before, comforted only when Theo came down to the Gryffindor common room. He had managed to get Chase to the hospital wing that morning and knew nothing of the Gryffindor's escape until much later in the day, when Chase's entry in the journal popped up. It alarmed him and, despite his own injuries, put him immediately into "Find Best Friend and Make Sure He's Safe" mode. He hurriedly left Ravenclaw Tower, where he had been talking to Chase and Theo via the journal network, and began scouring the halls.
He was a man on a mission. He searched every nook and cranny of the corridor around the Ravenclaw House, but to no avail. Though he realized Chase couldn't have gotten far, he decided to check down one more flight downstairs, in what he assumed would be a fruitless effort. He needed to find the boy before some one stumbled upon him that would have something other than bringing him to the Hospital Wing planned. As he rounded towards the stairs, he glanced at the little nook he himself frequented, and that's when he spotted the top of Theo's head bent down talking to someone - he assumed it was Chase.
Injured leg be damned. Despite the shooting pain, Paul began to dash towards them. His concern for Chase overrode any sort of physical pain he was in. Breathless, he finally reached the two. Chase was covered in blood and laying in Theo's lap. He almost asked frantically if he was okay when he noticed her calm demeanor. Paul shot her an upset look, meeting her eyes, before crouching down next to her and taking Chase's hand. "Hey, mate. Goblins are gone. You're safe now." He swallowed hard. There was so much blood. He vaguely wondered if Keenan could fix him, but he didn't dwell on that. Couldn't dwell on it. "You had us worried, Chasealoo."