Who: Ronald Weasley-Bones and Open (multiple threads welcome) What: First day alert in St. Mungos When: Sunday, February 18, all day Where: General Injuries Ward Rating: Low
I must got a angel 'Cause look how death missed his ass Unbreakable, what you thought, they'd call me Mr. Glass? Look back on my life like the Ghost of Christmas Past
This morning, Ron finally was moved up to the general population of St. Mungos. He wasn't better, per se, but he was at a point that he wasn't considered Intensive Care. It was a mile stone in his healing, his healers had said. It was good to finally be able to sit up, to have a meal that wasn't magically fed to him, to get up to use the restroom on his own. It was good to be able to see his friends.
He didn't know where Susan was though. He'd seen Dean, as he floated in and out in the Intensive Care Ward. He hoped that nothing had happened with the baby. The mediwitches said that he'd been out for four days, and then only barely with it for a couple more. He hoped that he'd have a visitor soon who could tell him what was happening.
He was mostly laying in bed with his eyes closed; not really sleeping but trying to avoid over thinking too much. His eyes would peep open whenever he heard someone enter.