Hermione felt weighed down by thousands of goblins. Which was a weird thing to think about once she realised it. Her head throbbed and her throat was sore. She hadn't tried to open her eyes yet, but something was off about them too. Something was off about all her senses once she started to feel for it. She could hear, but only just. She could smell the vaguest scent of sterility and something Christmassy. She didn't dare open her eyes yet, afraid of what she could or couldn't see. Her hands were rather limp by her sides, but she recognised that she was in a bed, and someone was sitting next to her, holding her hand.