A part of Ron was still brassed off at Harry for running off without them, for letting them think he was dead, but the explanations and recriminations could wait for when they were all three out of the woods.
"She was cursed," Ron said numbly, "Didn't see what, wasn't . . ." wasn't there, he couldn't bring himself to say, "The Healers knew what it is, at least, nothing I've heard of, supposed to effect her organs somehow? It sure as fuck didn't sound good, but they say they can fix it. Put her under with potions to help with the pain." His voice shook as he added, "Christ, she looked bad, Harry." Ron probably looked pretty rubbish himself at the moment, come to that.