The voice continued. "Her blood pressure and pulse are very high, as are her levels of cortisol and and epinephrine... all indicative of a stress response. Now, externally? I've never seen bruising this bad. Nearly every inch of her is purple - like she was struck by a massive force. But there are no clear signs of what caused the damage - you'd expect to see a pattern. Like if someone set a bludger on you, you'd see the deeper marks from the direct strike? Not here. It's just... everywhere. And here? Looks like she was exposed to open flame but the wounds aren't puckered or oozing or anything they're just... completely raw. I would be more comfortable taking her in, she needs an official work-up, I don't want to risk missing something." Panic - a strong bolt of it - coursed through her body, powerful enough that she found her fingers, but the connection between her brain and her hand was still lost. She couldn't get the damn digits to move, her body, because surely if she had fingers she still had one, refusing to cooperate.