Shoulder to shoulder as they were, Gabe's fears seemed silly. A waste of thought. He allowed his typically straight-up posture to relax, slumping against his best friend. The trip up the stairs had evidently left him tired, in spite of regular exercise and an athlete's lung capacity. Benjy probably wouldn't mind if he bled on him, either. It wouldn't be the first (or the last) time for either of them, Gabe mused. He shut his eyes, and thanks to their similar height, dropped his head on Benjy's shoulder. A heavy sigh left him. He knew he must look like a puppet with its strings cut. "I could be." The joke fell flat, even to his own ears. "It's stupid. I'm being stupid. It's just the - it's just panic. But I guess I've been too trained to think about all the possibilities. What if it doesn't come back? My sight. What am I - I don't know what I'd do, Benj."
It wasn't likely. Just some of the potions and ingredients wreaking temporary havoc. Pomfrey or Burke would have something on hand to draw it all out. Non-magical injuries were easy to heal. Quick. Leaving out the bit where some of the ingredients came from magical creatures, or the potions required spells in their making.