Theodore raised his eyebrows at the bitterness in Blaise's tone, unsure what to make of it. It seemed like he was blaming himself for the incident, which wasn't really surprising from what he knew of Blaise, but he'd never really understood why patients chose to kick themselves while they were down. "No, today I came back to make sure you were alright," he said. "You shouldn't hesitate to write to me if you get injured or sick. I don't mind."
He set his bag aside and relaxed somewhat, both hands on the bed behind him to rest as he sat there. "I'm planning to be out of St. Mungo's in about a week, so they're making as much use of me as they can. Training someone to take my place, and I'll probably be on call for them for a while after I leave."