She felt stiff and sore like the whomping willow had been let loose and she was standing too near. Her thigh’s ached, her arms were hot, her fingers felt as though they were encased by fire and the dim light from a lantern hanging above her head made her eyes throb when she finally cracked them open. The hospital was shrouded in the dull glow from the lamps, the curtains closed over the multitude of windows making it forever night in the healing quarters.