Percy looked at Draco, covered in spots, at least over the parts of him he could see, and looking rather horrible over the rest of him. But he didn't care about any of that.
The non-illusion red head moved closer to the bed, and then sat down on the edge of it, gingerly so as not to make it mood too much. "I heard that you were sick," he murmured. "I wanted to see how you were." He had been worried. Very worried.