He sighed and pushed himself up, leaning against the head of the bed with his knees pulled up. Malfoys show nothing on the outside. "I'm fine," he lied through his teeth. "There is nothing to tell. What am I supposed to be doing, running around and dancing? All I do is lie around. It's all I can do."
"People come and go and visit," he said. "Other than that, I am here, and I'm not leaving again so you don't need to worry." He would love to smile and laugh and pretend it didn't affect him, and to believe he would get well again. He couldn't do it.