Hermione blindly attempted to scratch at the bandage on her arm where the IV was placed as she struggled to sit upright, her mind disoriented and fuzzy. Her thoughts were flooding to the forefront of her mind, chaotically and without any sense of direction. For a moment, she lay still again, trying to gather the strength she seemed to lack. Her arm was heavy and stiff and she realized that a cast was secured tightly, the binding holding it in place. She flexed her fingers slowly, wanting to make sure she could still move them. They responded slowly, painfully, her fingertips curling to her palm and back out. It took her a few tries but she eventually managed to sit upright. Pain flooded her like a tsunami and the room spun dangerously.