The shouting has had him vaguely stirring out of the darkness of unconsciousness. He's properly out of the thick of it when the bang rings out through the room, and the sight that greets him is one that's utterly confusing. It doesn't make sense, after all, for Remus to be standing there with two wands in hand and a fire in him visible even from this hospital bed. It doesn't make sense for Regulus to be crumpled on the floor, begging for the other wizard to kill him.

Thinking is still a bit of a scattered thing. Turning thoughts into words takes effort. Still, he does his best to turn the concern him into words to address the person that has always been his priority.

"...Reggie--?"