Wayne's worry for Hannah had been increasingly worse every time he talked to her. Something like this, well it shouldn't have happened to Han. She was the nicest person he knew and she didn't deserve the ridicule that becoming a Werewolf came with. She didn't deserve any ridicule.
When he had told her that he wished it was him instead of her, he was serious. He would've taken it from her in a heartbeat. But life wasn't fair and you didn't get to make these kinds of choices, which left Wayne anxiously awaiting word from Hannah to see how she was. And then she journaled and he could tell just by the way that her handwriting was that the night didn't go well at all.
Usually he was at Pansy's by now, looking out for her. But he sent someone else, because in reality Hannah was more important. She was his best friend and he wasn't going to let her suffer alone. Grabbing a thermos with some tea in it and some cookies his mum sent him, Wayne apparated quickly to Hannah's flat. He made his way to her door and knocked gently, not wanting to scare her. "Hey Han. It's me."