Each movement was laborious. It almost felt as if there was a delay between her thought to do an action, to when her body actually completed it. Hermione was slow to swing her legs out of the bed, looking down at the hospital gown she wore. Bandages wrapped around her exposed thigh and her knee was a dark purple. Skin was bruised in various places. Her stomach hurt now that she was upright; Hermione remembered the feel of the seatbelt holding her in place. 