Even though he was a grown man, he appreciated Ron's concern. It was almost like reliving a memory; when he had broken his arm for the first time after falling out of a tree that he wasn't supposed to be climbing, his father's reaction had been very similar to this. Only then he had been five and it was okay for parents to panic about a bone sticking out in the wrong way of a child's arm. A broken nose was laughable in comparison.
When the healer walked in, Hugo blinked. She was a lot younger than he had expected but straightforward in her bedside manner. No nonsense. "Yeah, think so," he said, pushing himself up without thinking. The sudden movement made his stomach lurch and his sight flood over in white flashes as the blood rushed to his head. Hugo grasped the couch arm to steady himself. "Bloody hell," he muttered miserably.