"I'm trying to help you." He muttered, tugging against Sirius' arms, in an effort make him stand. It was clear to Peter that Sirius was slipping under, whether just falling asleep or whatever, he knew it was no good.
"It isn't o--okay..."
He wished he would stop crying, it was stupid. Sirius needed real help, not to be balled over, and treated by someone that had no idea what they were doing. He wished he would stop smiling like that...
"C--come on, we need to leave, Sirius...Come on."
They needed to get out of the dungeon, to the other wing. To Pomfrey, who would be able to fix him...