Satisfied with her observations thus far, Hermione focused in on her body and, as though it had been waiting for her attention, she was immediately assaulted with a horribly uncomfortable tingling sensation bloody everywhere. It was like she had been struck with hundreds of simultaneous stinging jinxes while sticking her finger in an electrical socket. The feeling was more uncomfortable than outright painful, but it was unpleasant in the extreme and there was the vague feeling of past pain - the sort that caused your entire body to tense and, once the pain had abated, left a jittery, jelly like feeling behind in the muscles, the bones. She tried to think of what could cause such a feeling, and groaned when her head, which felt as though it was stuffed full of concrete, pounded painfully. The steady breathing to her right stuttered when she groaned again as the beating in her skull intensified, almost like it, too, had waited for her acknowledgment before bursting painfully to life. Then, with a grunt, whoever it was seemed to wake. Hermione focused on her breathing, trying to calm the nearly overwhelming pain in her head, the uncomfortable stinging, and hardly noticed when the bed dipped and a warm, large hand took hold of her own. She turned towards the feeling and was rewarded with a strangled gasp.