He waited patiently as Benjy sealed up the door. What else could he do? Certainly not think about what might happen if his condition became a permanent one. Panic would be the least of his worries at that point. He didn't speak at all between the dungeons and the hospital wing, too focused on not face-planting along the way. There was more than one instance when he stumbled, catching at Benjy's arm over and over again. By the time they reached the ward and Gabe went to sit down on one of the empty beds, he'd broken a sweat. His skin was pale all over again, breaths coming more rapidly. Most of his injuries had stopped bleeding, which was a good thing, though some still oozed sluggishly, some reopened during the journey up the stairs.
Gabe bowed his head, cupping his hands over his eyes. It was difficult not to rub at them. Human nature, and all that. "Benjy," he sighed quietly. "What if - nevermind." The pause between the what if and the nevermind was lengthy, and he wasn't even sure he'd said it loud enough for his friend to hear.
"Thanks for - for coming to my rescue. Again. I'll be okay, if you need to go investigate."