Once Remus began to relax, Hemingway set the pestle aside and grabbed for the plaintain leaves. Cleaning up the remains of the first ointment, he quickly made another and began to apply it smoothly over the burns from where the blade had cut into the skin. The irritated areas immediately looked more soothed, the redness drawing out though the blisters would have to be cared for with the antiseptic and then bandaged.
That was the next order of operations, the antiseptic cream going on next before Hemingway bounced back up and went for bandages. He covered up the wounds before grabbing the blood replenishing potions, handing one to Sirius.
"The swelling in his throat should be subsiding. He'll be able to breathe better now, and hopefully to speak enough to tell us how he feels. Once he's managed that and to get down this potion, since he lost blood, I'll give him something for pain. Do you want to risk taking him back to London like this, or would you prefer to take him to my house? You can both stay there until he's well enough to travel back."
Sirius looked like he wanted to say that he'd risk it, but he didn't. He had to think of Remus' health, and he obviously was suffering and shouldn't be moved further than he had to be.
"Let's take him to your house, and settle him in then. I don't want him to be in any more pain."