Harry gripped the chair as he saw what was bestowed before him. His jealousy, and rage going over the meter. Who was that jerk tending to your wounds? It's not like he has a degree in the medical field, but he'd learn a thing or two...just for you. Oh how he wished it was him fixing you up right now, and not some random himbo who flashed you a smile every two seconds. Harry felt...threatened. He felt as if you were slipping away from his very grasp at this moment. The hunt was on.