"Gray. That's an odd colour to see when you wake up..." Kristofferson rubbed her eyes slowly before lifting herself up to check her surroundings. "Oh... Why am I in the hospital wing?" Asking her self still half out of it. She reached back to rub a sore spot on the back of her neck to discover a fair amount of bandaging covering her from her neck to her right shoulder. It didn't take her much longer to notice the other bandages that also covered other sore spots.
"Ah, Miss Hale you're awake!" She turned her head and sat up straight the moment she laid eyes upon the Headmaster who was walking towards her from the doorway.
"How are you feeling?" He asked warmly. Kristofferson sat dumbstruck wondering what she did and how much trouble she was in for it.
"I'm doing well sir, thank you." She nodded and smiled. "Sir, may I ask what I've done that caused me to be in the hospital wing and have the head master personally visit me in said hospital wing within the first week of school?" The smile faded from Dumbledore's features and he lowered his head slightly. He moved closer to her bed and held a worried and sympathetic look in his eyes.
"Miss Hale, do you remember anything from the 3rd night here at the school? Anything at all right now?" She shook here head, now she was getting scared. "It's alright if you do not remember right now. There is no need to stress your self, especially in your current condition. Madame Pomfry should be here in a while to heal most and rebandage some of your wounds. Once she releases you professor McGonagall will find you, please do as she says." Kristofferson just nodded. She stayed perfectly still as she watched him leave, and a few minutes maybe hours after that she finally moved in one quick movement plopping her head back onto her pillow. Questions flooded her mind. What happened to me? Why don't I remember? Did someone do something to me? What happened last night?
It had really only been fifteen minutes that had passed since Dumbledore had talked with her. Madame Pomfrey was in there soon enough with a small roll of Cotten bandages, a potion, and a set of Kristofferson's robes. Using her wand she swiftly removed the dirty bandages and disposed of them. All but one of her wounds were healed, and when asked all Madame Pomfry would say is that that type of wound had to heal on it's own.
"Now just drink this and change into your robes. You will need to come back here every night to get your bandages changed until it heals." Kristofferson stared into the bottle at the potion, it was an off-puce colour and smelled sickly sweet, like when a scented lotion starts to go bad. She took a deep breath and downed the liquid. Her first reflex was to gag due to the texture being that of melted tapioca, she shivered unable to believe she managed not to just cough the potion back up. Almost right after that a warm feeling ran through her body and the pain and soreness in her neck was gone. Well, at least for right now it was. She was given a screen to change behind then she was out of the hospital wing. Well, she wasn't really out, she pretty much got to the doors and was taken immdietly from there by McGonnagal. Then she was out.