Ron had been coming to see her. Every day. He went to his classes still and he didn't stay the night, but he was next to her. Ron didn't understand why he needed to sit next to her if she was sleeping and didn't know he was there, but he still came because she had done it for him.
And it was nice spending time with her when she wasn't yelling at him.
Sunday morning he had gotten up and showered, eaten breakfast and finished his final revisions on his DADA essay before he made his way to the hospital wing. He didn't expect Hermione to be awake. And as he walked into the hospital, he sure as hell didn't expect her to be crying.
He was never good with tears. Ron went up to her bed and sat down, frowning deeply. "Why are you crying?"