Ginny was very quiet...at first. A crash landing had left her unconscious. When she woke up in St. Mungo's, the pain immediately hit her. Crying out, she reached for her broken right arm with her left hand.
"Bloody fucking bollucks!" she screamed.
One mediwitch held her down as another forced a potion into her mouth. It was awful stuff, but it numbed her pain. A healer came by, prescribing some more potions to combat any internal injuries. He ordered the mediwitches to strip her, then examine her for any other injuries. The healer wandered off to other patients as Ginny was left to be forcibly divested of her clothing. Put into a hospital gown after being poked and prodded, the healer returned and healed her arm and three cracked ribs as well as a broken toe.
Left to rest after that, the mediwitches promised to return to move her up to a recovery ward soon. Closing her eyes, Ginny let the potions work. Her mind drifted as she laid there, the memory of the pain still fresh.