"Bloody hell," Ron muttered under his breath as he peeled away a piece of sheet that had gotten stuck in a scabbed over wound. It opened it right up again. So much for that. With no magic to work with, it was nearly impossible to dress wounds properly. It wasn't as though his mum had bothered teaching him something like that, since he'd actually had a wand, then. He wanted to find out where they were hidden. If he got his hand on a wand this place would burn to the ground, along with everyone in it. Except for his brother and sister, obviously, and the servants. Everyone else, though? Yeah. He could care less.
After tightening the pathetically torn bit of sheet back around the ugly, infected wound, Ron hobbled a few feet with a slight grimace. He forced it away with practiced ease - he was used to hiding his pain after Umbridge's torture. He hated giving that cow the satisfaction.
Hermione startled him, and for a brief second Ron was convinced it was Ginny, just because it was something Ginny had told him a million times. He'd started to tune it out. To hear the same thing coming from someone else was annoying. "What? I don't need any checking out, thanks, especially the kind around here. Merlin." He took a few more steps, then pretended as though he really wanted to sit at the bottom of the stairs. "There's no way I'm going to that sodding hospital wing. I don't need their fucking help."