There were 132 white bricks that surrounded the perimeter of his room, and yes, he had counted them on his own by himself several times over the last three days to ensure that his number was accurate. He could either do that or stare at the ceiling between the times when the Healers and mediwitches came in to visit him and check on him. He had even seen McKinnon once or twice; she was stationed in a different ward since she wasn't an auror (or training to be as was his case), but he felt marginally better knowing that she didn't hurt as bad as he did.

Looking up when Alice walked into the room, he had half a mind to sulk and look upset for her not visiting sooner, but he smiled instead, grateful for the company. "Yeah well, I had some technical difficulties on the last one. Sue me," was his grumpy response as he waved her over to the chair next to her bed. "I've been bloody bored, please say you're here to take me home."