That soothing female voice spoke up. "Zabini, you're going to have to let me close to her to finish this. I'll explain as much as I can as I go, but you need to back off. Move over there, at least." The sound of shuffling feet, then... "Internally, she's a mess. Her brain is inflamed - likely a result of this crazy autoimmune response, you can see the red line here?" A pause. "It almost looks like what you would expect to see in the neurological workup of a Cruciatus patient but... it's different, not as centralized. Based on what I'm seeing... it looks like her nervous system is under attack. Or it was at some point very recently and this is just the aftershock. See all those blue pulses? Those are indicative of nerve damage, and they're absolutely everywhere. She has kidney and liver damage, although both seem to be functioning fine. Her left eardrum was perforated, which explains some of the bleeding. Her fever is worrying, we'll need to bring that down immediately. Ron, do you have a cooling draught handy?" The sound of someone shifting their weight, possibly pacing, or perhaps leaving the room as instructed, echoed through her sluggish brain. Ah! A brain, she knew where that was. Now all she had to do was follow the path to her eyes, her mouth. If she could do that then she could communicate, somehow. Get someone to explain whether or not she was dead. Or, if she wasn't, where the hell her body was because she certainly couldn't feel it.