A bright light filtered through the curtains and into the room. It was this light, shining down on his face, that awoke Ron from his sleep. He looked around
the room for a moment, taking in the clean, white walls, the smell of medicine, the very comfortable sheets his bed had been made with, before everything came
rushing back to him. The woods. The wolf. Harry and Ginny. The hospital. Damn...

Ron hated the hospital. He didn't have very fond memories of it, especially when you were going there to have the bunny ears your twin brothers charmed onto
your head to be removed. No, he didn't like the hospital at all. Hermione had always told him she liked the hospital. 'Everyone goes there to get better,' she
had said to him once. 'It's not so bad.'

Right. As far as Ron was concerned, the hospital was one of the worst places your could be. He would much rather have woken up in his own bed, with the smell of
cinnamion wafting through the air, and Hermione smiling at him. It caused him a twinge of pain when he reminded himself that it would never happen. Damn. He had
always envisioned himself in a big house, with hermione as his wife, and a whole truckload of little red-haired kids. And it would never happen. Damn.

A whimpering sound suddenly reached his ears. Whimpering? Where had he heard whimpering before? It reminded him of Hermione, but Hermione would never whimper.
She had always been strong. 'Plus', he reminded himself, 'dead people can't whimper.'

Oh great, he'd had to go and remind himself of that again. Damn.

But there was still the whimpering.

Ron opened his eyes catiously, and found a large, furry face staring into his own. He yelped, and the furry face moved back a little, coming into better focus.
Now Ron could see that it was the wolf from the woods. But what weird person would let wolves into a hospital?

His question was answered by his sister face appeared in the room, most likely summoned by his shout. As soon as she layed eyes on his face, alert, awake, and
a little frightened, she gave a little cry before bounding into the room and giving him a backbreaking hug.

"Your okay," she whispered into his shoulder, more likely to herself then him. "Your safe."

He was jolted back into reality by another hug. Ginny had always had a tight grip.

Damn.