As soon as Hermione had agreed to venture off to the muggle hospital with him, Ron hopped off of his bed and dashed toward his wardrobe. He had some muggle money stowed away there from his serving days at that STUPID excuse of a restaurant (mind you, this was a while ago and Ron had long since quit after losing his temper with his irritating manager -- who may or may not have been turned into a raging chicken), so he hastily yanked it out and shoved it into his jacket before shoving on his sneakers and moving over to Hermione's room.
He knocked twice before pushing the door open and moving inside. "Hermione? Are you ready to go...?" His blue eyes found her on the bed, looking hurt and perhaps a little more than exhausted. He instantly winced. Moving toward her, he offered his hand. "C'mon."