Walking slowly into the ward, he sees a bed on the other side of the room. Sighing, he heads for it. Lowering himself on it, he lays back on the pillow, very carefully. Gasping slightly, he sits up a little and lowers himself more slowly.

Looking down at his side, he dares lift his shirt a little to look at it. Groaning he puts the shirt back in place. It looked even worse then it had the first time.

Staring up at the ceiling he hopes that the nurse wouldn't be mad that he hadn't had this fixed the first time he was injured by a bludger, let alone getting hit by one again, in the exact same spot.