Greg just gaped at the man. There was blood oozing off of him. Greg was frozen for a moment, before his pulled his wand, his eyes scanning the surrounding area for someone who might have attacked the young boy. He could still be watching, he could be using the boy for something. Greg gently put his hand on the boys shoulder and drew in just a pace closer.
“Listen, Mate, I can see you’re not okay.” Greg said as softly as he could. “You need to get to the Hospital wing, and you’re going the wrong way. C’mon.” Greg said nervously, trying to guide the kid by his shoulder.