"It is altogether possible," he said quietly, nose wrinkling as he burped, keeping his mouth closed. That had tasted rather unfortunate. He really didn't want to focus on that, though.
As he felt the stinging in his hand, Bill hissed, biting his lip lightly. He wanted to say that he could do this without expressing his pain, but at this point he wasn't even trying at this point. If it had been anyone but Ginny, he might have, but...he didn't really care enough. "Oh, good. I hate healers." They didn't care if he looked pathetic, they'd still get on your case about being stupid.
Bill pretended to contemplate it a little before saying, "I think a hangover remedy would be lovely. I should probably figure out brushing my teeth and showering, too. But maybe later..."