Harry had made Robin sit down on one of the chests in the corridor, and having had someone fetch him a drink of water. He didn't know if it had helped at all, but it was better than nothing. "Coughing up a lung, as he was before. Sharp pains, although Robin, our resident medical expert says he doesn't have consumption." Harry said, looking up as Perkins spoke, having stayed with Robin and tried to support the boy, having tried to make him breathe slowly and more deeply. "He was complaining of a bad throat the other day. Should he be moved into his bedroom?"