Bill hand managed (somehow) to get himself to the bathroom the night before. At least...he had managed that after the point where he'd felt the need to vomit. Oh, so that had been real. He let out a small, disgruntled noise before rolling over on the floor. It was cool and tile and that was all the part that mattered. It hadn't been his best decision. Clearly he should have made sure to be in the bathroom already. Next time he'd remember that. Maybe he'd even plan ahead.
Kingsley responded. Bill had meant to write back, but...that hadn't exactly worked at the time. It was another bit of time before he noticed Ginny responded. If two people were coming over, that meant double the unamused expressions, but perhaps he could just look pathetic and they'd leave him alone about that part.
The sound of Ginny's voice made his nose wrinkle. "Maybe. If I am, will you stop being so loud?" Ouch. He really needed to plan ahead next time. He glanced over at his hand, humming thoughtfully before muttering, "Guess you decided to stop bleeding. Oh, good."