James and Sirius
James had been the first to be alerted, had already been putting on clean trousers and a shirt that didn't have suspicious stains courtesy of his son when the message from the healer had come through. A quick chat with Evans and he was off. Thankfully, he did not have to wait long in the private room set aside before a mediwitch led him into Sirius' room. The man lay on the bed, what little skin not discolored by bruises pale and so unlike the man he called brother.
"Merlin, Padfoot." James nearly collapsed into a nearby chair. "Where the fuck were you? It felt like Vance and I looked everywhere."