Neville and Krum were at the last bed near the windows. The black medi-wizard was embraced by an inferi that had one hand and one ankle magically bound to her bed. I shouldn't think of it as a her anymore; that dead thing is an "it'. Its mouth was buried deep into the man's chest. Blood covered the pair like someone had spilled a can of red paint over them. Where the thing was gnawing shouldn't have killed the man, but there was too much blood. It had reached some sort of pulse-point.