"Jimmy," He replied, pausing just momentarily to check on his brother now he'd returned to consciousness. The next lot of words bubbled out before he could stop himself, "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. You weren't supposed to-- God Jimmy it'll be ok. The bezoar will cure it." He picked up his pace again, ignoring the expressions of worried students as he rushed past them towards the hospital. "Pomfrey can make it stop hurting," He told him, "We're almost there. Just relax ok? I'm sorry."