Oliver's breath caught in his chest when looking over Simon - properly looking him over. Merlin he was a mess. Given the magnitude of the explosion he'd been lucky to escape with just these injuries.
"Nah, mate, I'm Oliver." He spoke gently as though any type of loud noise might somehow worsen the already damaged form of the youngest McLaggen. Though it wasn't the first time Oliver had been compared to Cormac; from skills to looks the media and fans alike often commented on the similarities between the two Keepers. Oliver hadn't paid much thought on the matter and certainly wasn't going to start now. "Your brother is with you too. He wanted me to come by and keep you company." Tentatively and with a whisper light touch, Oliver touched the other man's uninjured hand before kneeling down next to the bed. "Talk to me, mate." If he could keep Simon talking perhaps he could stay awake.