"To your... bed time," Bob improvised. Fuck if he was going to say it straight out when Gerard had yet to feel comfortable enough to tell Bob about the lycanthropy. "Are you feeling okay? Maybe you should lie down," he tried cautiously. Bob wasn't sure if the restraints built into the hospital wing beds were strong enough to hold a fully-transformed werewolf, but they might at least offer some resistance while Bob secured the hospital wing. Better to have a werewolf wreaking havoc in the infirmary than running loose in the school.
At his feet, Betsy growled, taking position in front of Bob and glaring up at Gerard.