She opened her eyes. There was no-one in the room, although she could see the shadows of mediwizards passing her door periodically. Her neck was sore, and she tried to move her head into a different position. The moment she tried to move, however, she was hit by a wave of pain so bad that she nearly passed out again. Nevertheless, she held onto her consciousness while she had it.
The clock in the corner of the room said that it was ten o'clock. There was no light coming from the window, so she assumed that it was night-time. A few minutes later, somebody knocked on her door and entered, carrying a clip-board. She supposed that they were a medical person of some description.
The person approached her and quickly began to take her pulse. They didn't seem to notice Minerva's open eyes, or awareness of anything at all. She coughed softly to draw attention to her face, and then was very pleased to see the smile resulting from making eye contact with the person.
"Ms McGonagall! I'm very pleased to see you're awake, ma'am. I'll make sure to alert one of the doctors for you. Is there anything you would like?"
She wanted a glass of water. Literally hadn't had anything to drink in days, and her throat was parched. But the problem remained that she couldn't feasibly talk or move any part of herself (apart from her eyes) without causing herself considerable discomfort. She resigned herself to simply moving her eyes from one side to the other, and eventually the person realized she meant no. They left and soon returned with a doctor, who appeared to have had a very long day.
"Good evening, Ms McGonagall. Glad to see you're awake again. How are you feeling?"
She rolled her eyes. How did he think she was feeling after being in a coma for most of the week? Honestly.
The doctor waited for a few minutes before realising that she wasn't about to reply.
"Ms McGonagall?" he said again. Again, she rolled her eyes. "So… you're conscious, obviously, but you've… lost control of most motor functions? Or does moving cause you a lot of pain? If you could just, uh, look to your left for the first option, right for the second." She looked to the right, then returned to staring at him.
"I see. I'll organise someone to perform a Palliative Charm on you as soon as possible, and then if you're awake in the morning I'll see you then. No objections?" She just stared at him, and he left quickly. She heard him call one of the mediwitches on night duty to her room.
Where was Albus? She'd seen him just… well, in her dream, she supposed. Where he may not even have been at the time, although she wouldn't put it past him.
A witch bustled in, performed the charm, then left briskly, without ever actually speaking to Minerva. The old witch would normally have been offended, but was at that point rather relieved to be able to move her limbs without passing out, so didn't mention it. She reached over to the bedside table where someone had placed a jug of water and a glass, and drank deeply, which made her feel a lot better. She put the glass down and fell asleep.
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