Hermione's stomach lurched and sank, and her breath hitched in panicky exhaustion. But she had to make it, so she swallowed hard and shoved her fist into her mouth biting down hard and howling against it as she put her weight on her broken ankle. Stabs of pain ripped through her and she nearly fell, but forced herself to take another lurching step, and then another, biting down on her knuckles so hard she was breaking the skin, but that pain helped distract her from the agony in her ankle. She lurched and stumbled, and her shoulder was a mass of pain, and her hands hurt where the dittany hadn't healed them completely, and her ankle was a sea of broken, wretched agony that drilled up her leg.