One arm slung around his eyes, Ron was fast asleep - snoring softly, in fact - when Theodore sneaked into the servant's quarters. He tended to sleep deeply, despite the turmoil and trauma going on around him. Every now and then a sharp pain would wake him up, but then Ron would shrug it off and drift back to sleep again. He'd taken over two beds, given that they were both covered in his blood anyhow and he couldn't imagine anyone else would want them. Neville was on one side of him, which Ron, on one hand, was grateful for... but on the other it annoyed him. He knew it had been Ginny's idea that Neville keep an eye on him. AND HE WAS FINE.
The light from Theodore's wand was dragging him back into a state of semi-consciousness, but Ron wasn't quite there yet... It was Theodore's whisper that stirred him, finally, and he sat up so abruptly that he nearly fell off the side of the bed. "Bloody hell!!" On instinct, Ron reached for the wand that was no longer under his pillow, then shielded his eyes and glared at whoever it was on the other end of the wand. "What are you doing!! Are you trying to blind me or something?? Fucking arse..." Ron's commotion would be enough to wake anyone around him, but he didn't care. He didn't think about the fact that it could have been Umbridge in front of him. Not that that would have mattered... in fact, he might have reserved a better name for her. Evil ugly pig with an arse for a face was a prime example.