"Haven't you slept yet?" Harry asked, looking at him in concern. Merlin knew his nerves had been driving him crazy lately, but he'd been so dead tired after they'd gotten back that he had only wondered briefly whether he'd be able to sleep before he'd passed out. Now he felt oddly guilty for that. "You should get some sleep, Ron."
This was probably the worst of what had happened during the last few months, Harry realized. In taking care of Harry, as Ron had been trying to do, he'd run himself completely into the ground. Why did people insist on treating him like a child? It never ended well, ever.