He had said something wrong. Not the first time and probably not the last, either. Ron had gotten very good at spotting when he said the wrong thing to Hermione. Usually he was being a jerk, but this time he hadn't meant anything bad. He was trying to tell her that he was always thinking about her and so he couldn't really remember when she was physically near him or not.
Or maybe she did understand. Hermione was the smartest witch he knew. She understood and comprehended everything. So maybe she did know what he meant and she didn't like that he was always thinking about her.
Ron frowned again and watched as Hermione closed her eyes. She didn't even want to look at him! Once again Ron was overcome with the sensation of not being good enough for Hermione. He was sitting next to her when she woke up and she hadn't smiled once. She wasn't happy to see him at all.
In a thick voice, Ron spoke. "You should go to sleep. And rest. I'll go tell Pomfrey you're awake." Ron pushed back away from the bed and stood up so quickly the metal chair fell backwards. He didn't bother to pick it up. Ron had to get away from Hermione. He had to run from her disappointment. He could feel it coming off of her in waves. "I.. I hope you feel better," he said before rushing away from her.