Wayne had no recollection of what happened between taking that bludger and waking up in the hospital wing. He had woken up in the middle of the night, surprised to find himself looking up at the buttressed ceiling of the infirmary instead of the canopy of his bed.
The bed in the hospital wing wasn't nearly as comfortable as in his dorm room, but he still managed to get plenty of rest--mostly thanks to Madame Pomfrey's potions. He no loner felt groggy or concussed, but he was still grateful for the ability to rest semi-comfortably away from the hubbub of the corridors and the common room... Though he did find himself wishing for company on occasion.
Wayne rolled over to face Alfie when he heard his teammate's voice. "Just dozing a bit, mate," he said with a grin. "Let me guess... Professor Sprout made you my homework owl, eh?"