Harry POV
He woke up in a white room dimly illuminated. He could not tell what time it was, there were no windows. His whole body ached and a band aid covered his hurt shoulder. Sitting in an armchair on the corner was Hermione who had fallen asleep with a book in her lap. Where was the girl who took him to the hospital? And more importantly how did she know where to take him? A few minutes later Hermione opened her eyes and run towards him to hug him. "How are you Harry? What happened? Who was the girl who took you to the hospital?" too many questions he was still feeling a bit dizzy. "Long story, can I leave the hospital already?" he had not answered her questions he needed to get out of there and clear his mind to tell her everything. "The doctor said you lost a lot of blood and that it would be advisable if you stayed here for a few days just in case." He could not stay there a few days he had things to do, a woman to find. Of course he did not ask Hermione where she was. It was clear that she had run away. "The heck with advisable, I am leaving. Now" he incorporated in his stretcher and tried to stand up, he lost his vision for a few seconds but pretended to be alright.
Hermione POV
Of course he hadn't fooled Hermione Granger "Harry I think you should stay, at least for a while" she knew how stubborn he could be, but he would not leave the hospital at least until he could stand without getting dizzy. She knew what he was thinking about, the mysterious girl who had taken him there. The only description she had was from the welcoming nurse who of course was more concerned with Harry's wellbeing than with looking at the woman's face. She said the woman was a tall brunette with curly hair, no name, no phone number, nothing. Of course she had been investigating around. Ron had told her all about the incident earlier that day in HMV and the mysterious brunette with curly hair that was hold hostage by the Death Eater. It might have all been a coincidence but in this world coincidences do not exist.
Harry POV
A few hours went by and he was starting to feel a bit better, he had been at the hospital for twelve hours. The girl of his dreams might as well be far gone by now. He was getting desperate, he had to leave. He got out of the stretcher put on the clothing Hermione had kindly got him and opened the door of the room slowly. He listened carefully; he did not want to get caught escaping the hospital. He walked tiptoeing through the long halls of the first floor and took the lift. There he felt safe enough to disappear. He appeared himself in his house and tried using a locator spell to find this woman. But of course he failed.