its not my fault! yuor still such a git omg. sorry

[Before he can send any more badly-typed text messages, he apparates to the hospital and sees the familiar figure standing in front of the building.]

I didn't mean to call you a git. Well, I did, because you are; I don't think anything can change that. But I feel bad about it, because I know you were looking out for me. [He is clearly appalled that he's saying this out loud.] What's the last thing you remember from home?