He didn't really think Greengrass was pleased, but he was hurt and he wanted Greengrass to feel guilty. It was selfish of him, but he wasn't too concerned about Greengrass' feelings when he was becoming increasingly worried about the amount of blood he was losing. "No," he responded, looking down at his arm. He couldn't tell how deep it was along the entire wound, but there was one spot on his forearm where he was certain it had bitten into his skin fairly deep.
"Get my coat off," he directed, pulling himself into a straighter sitting position, "and unbutton my shirt. We can use it to stop the bleeding if it's that bad." Going to the hospital would require too many explanations, especially given that a good number of Hogsmeade's healers knew him.
"Get my coat off," he directed, pulling himself into a straighter sitting position, "and unbutton my shirt. We can use it to stop the bleeding if it's that bad." Going to the hospital would require too many explanations, especially given that a good number of Hogsmeade's healers knew him.
