Every cell in Hermione's body cried out in pain. Though not nearly as sharp as when she was still back in the damned cottage underneath the knives and wands of the two idiots she'd somehow managed to allow to trap her, she wasn't completely healed when she woke up. Bright sunshine shone through an open window straight into her eyes. As much as she wanted to complain about how thoughtless it was to leave the windows uncovered, she couldn't. Whoever was taking care of her obviously saved her life.