Maybe it was the drugs talking, or maybe it was reality setting in. Either way, Remus's mouth began to move and words came out before he thought on them. "Sirius- promise me. Promise me that if Grindelwald dies that you'll run. You'll turn into Padfoot and go somewhere else in Berln. Promise," Remus said as he gripped onto Sirius's arm. He began to cough, hard. He coughed for a while, the movement making his body shake before he finally felt blood in his lungs and he began to cough it up as well. Red stained the sheets brightly, making his eyes widen and stomach flip at the mere sight. He lifted his shirt up, the tell tale bruising of bleeding not helping his stomach at all. "Sirius- I need to go back to the hospital wing," he said.