As if she had been completely restarted, Hermione suddenly became aware of all of her senses again. The pain in her chest and shoulder sent her into an upright position and her eyes shot open, sending a sharp pain through them as she battled with the light of the room she was in to look around. She felt another painful spasm and she lay down again, her hand against her shoulder, biting her tongue to stop herself from crying out. She lay there for a moment, before she heard a familiar voice. "steady. Steady. You can't make sudden movements like that alright? You'll bloody kill yourself". Bellatrix. She was alive, and there with her, somewhere. Her eyes were still struggling to stay open. "bellatrix!?" She questioned weakly, in a horce voice that was barely audible. "Yes, it's me. Don't act so surprised. You aren't ready to move from where you are yet but I need you to listen to me. The ministry had an entire office worth of scoundrels that ambushed us. We lost, but the Dark Lord is in the middle of chasing the assault. We had the chance to bring back the wounded to heal, and you are in our ward. You are well looked after, but you nearly died. You need to rest for a while before you try anything". Hermione took in the words but her brain wasn't ready for her to process it yet. "okay". She mumbled.