Remus always looked like hell around the moon. Lily had figured it out--he only hoped Esme wouldn't. It was one of the many reasons he kept his distance from people. He could barely stand his friends knowing, let alone anyone else. Werewolves were monsters, murderers, and he didn't want the humiliation of his friends knowing what he actually was. Who he became every full moon. He shrugged it off. "I have a poor immune system. I get just about every illness that goes around the student body."
His fingers were gentle on her skin, his limited knowledge about healing branched out enough to know that it definitely was broken. And though he was sick, he was strong enough to lift her. "No, Esme, I actually don't think you should. You have bone sticking out here," he pointed to the tiny spot that was bleeding quite profusely. It was in the back of her ankle, so she probably missed it if only for the reason that she'd have a hard time seeing it. "So I'll help you up, don't put any weight on that foot, and then I'll get you to the hospital wing. Will your dog follow us up? I'm worried that if I use a spell, something bad might happen--what with the magic not working as it should."