He's already reaching for the pitcher of water next to Sirius' bed, gaze flitting worriedly toward the diagnostic charms that monitor Sirius' vitals. Not that any of the rotating colors make much sense to him, but Sirius seems stable, and that's what matters right now.

"Here, drink this," he says, pressing the glass of water into Sirius' hand. "Can you remember what happened? Bellatrix and–" He can hardly say it aloud despite everything he's just done, but he gulps a breath of air and forces himself to continue. "–and Reglulus. They attacked you. You've got a severe concussion. Broken arm, legs, ribs... For a while we weren't... weren't sure if..."

But he can't finish the statement, still too shocked and horrified by everything that's happened to think about what might have happened.