Jack could only stare at Andy lunged at the end of the bed. He seemed intent on fighting air. Or at least whatever it was he saw in his imagination. It made his heart drop a little.
It wasn't until Andy seemed to calm - maybe even from the pain that seemed to be in his head - that Jack even attempted to push him into a seated position. He tugged the blankets back up over Andy and tucked them in under him so he'd have a harder time getting out from beneath them.
"Yeah, you were there like month ago." He said softly. "You don't remember the explosion? Bits of the building falling on you?" The idea was concerning, even though Pomfrey had warned him that his memory might have been patchy. It still was disturbing to know that there were bits missing. He couldn't help but wonder what else had gone missing.