"That's good, although it's not true. If I can move, I can go home. I really want that. It's much better than being here." He didn't like being around so many people, even if very few people came inside, and he still insisted on the charms around the door even after a few arguments with mediwitches and Healers alike.
"You'd better. I'm not coming here anymore if you get sick again." He wanted to go to Cass' house even less, with Bones always around.
Percy lay back down, because no sitting could give the image that he was under control, not when he wasn't even able to keep his eyes open. "Cass? I-" I don't understand was on the tip of his tongue. Voluntarily being admitted at the Shack wasn't part of what people did when friends. "I'll be fine; stop worrying," he said instead.