Fred had to remind himself that hexing the invalid was bad manners, though his mother would be nowhere to be found to box his ears. Still, he was in a hospital and Merlin, could those healers shriek.
"Skele-gro put it back perfect order," Fred retorted. Well, in most perfect order. It still bothered him some, random twinges of pain, which made no sense as he couldn't remember Harry having this much trouble with his arm back in fifth year....
He stretched then, sighing as his joints popped into place. Everything was going fine for now. It was just a question of time to see when he and George could get their shop back.