Cyril was fighting the urge to hyperventilate. He was trying to remember his training, trying to remember how to remain calm. But that training had never involved his brother downing a poison he intended for himself!
As if Jimmy weighed nothing at all, Cyril scooped him up and rushed from the hall and up towards the hospital wing. There was that little voice in the back of his mind already panicking about what this meant for Lucius and what the spy would've made of the whole thing, but Cyril wasn't paying it any attention. "Hold on Jimmy," He urged, taking the stairs two and a time, "You'll be ok. You'll be ok. It's... you'll be ok!"