Since Gerard seemed to have Beckett in hand for now (though Bob would be having words with the auror about his careless neglect of himself), Bob turned his full to healing Saporta. And nearly ended up gouging a scratch deeper instead of sealing it shut. "Oh fuck no," Bob growled, glaring at Saporta. "There is no way in hell I'm letting you leave this wing until we know what caused Beckett go turn Veela and we're sure it's not contagious. There have already been two major outbreaks of magical illnesses here since the school started, we don't need a third. If you can't be near him any longer, you can go wait the quarantine room, but you're not leaving until I know you're not going to be a carrier for something."
Bob almost felt like not healing Saporta's ankle, just to ensure the man wouldn't do a runner on him, but he decided that would probably be counter-productive in the long run. If Saporta was going to run, he'd run no matter what, and probably just damage the ankle more. With a sigh, he finished with the scratches on Saporta's back, then knelt down so he could see about mending the torn ligaments in his ankle. "Look, if you don't want to deal with the quarantine room, you can go wait in my rooms until we know more about he cause of this. That way, if it's noncontagious, you can leave without having to see Beckett again," he relented.