Theodore was asleep in the infirmary again; he was planning to stay in the infirmary every night until circumstances got a little bit less uncertain. His patients were healing - their physical wounds, anyway - but it was a slow-ish process. Mostly, he wanted to stay in the infirmary until Rosier woke up, because it wasn't as though that head injury was necessarily going to play by the rules of daylight hours.
With that in mind, he'd set alarms to alert him to any change in Rosier's condition. Well, alarms wasn't quite the right word; no bell sounded aloud, it just woke him with a start. It took him a few moments to process where he was and why he'd woken, though, and then he was mobilizing, reaching for his wand and his notebook. Blinking the sleep from his eyes, he was properly awake almost precisely as he got to Rosier's bedside.
"Morning," he said, trying for cheerfulness - it was a good sign that Rosier was awake, after all - though his voice was thick with sleep. What time was it, anyway? That wasn't his biggest concern at the moment.
He pulled on gloves, wary of infection when the burns were still healing, and began the process of determining Rosier's condition. Vitals first, then he moved to check his head, using his wand. His notebook, levitating in the air beside him, jotted down the results of his charms.