He woke up in the Room of Requirement an inordinate amount of time later, still feeling bruised but not at all broken. Ginny had been at his bedside, explaining to him everything that happened. McGonagall had it cleared with his professors, even the Headmaster. But the fact that the twins were still teaching did nothing to soothe the burning in his chest. Besides, he couldn't care less about schoolwork right now. His greenhouse, his precious greenhouse. The only lifeline that remained in this merlinforsaken prison. No one else knew how to take care of the plants, especially the flowers. Neville pleaded for Ginny to take him, to see what he can salvage from the ruins. He could only hope that they'd remained hidden.