Remus's head shot up, and he watched Teddy process where he was and what he was feeling. His initial reaction, his assumption that he was dead, hurt Remus's heart in a way he would explore later. There was a lump in his throat, giving his voice a hard, gravelly edge. "Not dead." He cleared his throat hard. "You're very much alive, Teddy. I wanted to be here when you woke up. I hope that's okay."
Standing, Remus moved to the pitcher at his son's bedside and poured him a glass of water. His hands shook, but he managed to not make a fool of himself and kept the water from sloshing. "Sips only until you're sure your stomach will accept it."