He nearly laughed when she said he looked like crap, all ready to make a snappy remark. If he could think of one. His brain had been working slower than normally, which annoyed him almost more than anything else. Well apart from the itch. And the pain. And the fever. And - well OK so this entire thing annoyed the fuck out of him.
'I feel like crap,' he said, trying not to move and shrug at the same time. 'At least my looks and the way I feel go together, ehe?' He smiled, but the smile dropped when she continued. His face turning pale he sat up straight in bed, ignoring pain and the way his head started to spin.
'What?' he exclaimed. 'The Shack? How bad is it?' He didn't care about any arguments between him and Ginny, or anything really beyond the fact that Percy was bad enough to go to the Shack. Fuck, he'd known Percy didn't look well but well...he'd been selfish. He wanted to company. His company. Fuck!
'I need to go there!' No need to worry about the fact that he was stark naked. Or that he couldn't really walk. Or that his vision was so poor he'd likely not find his way - or fall on the stairs down. He'd promised Percy he wouldn't have to be sick alone again. He wasn't about to break his word.