"Your father wanted me to have a different room so Voldemort couldn't find me although if he's so smart, I don't see how having a different room would stop him. I'm a non-magical person in a magical hospital; all the staff know where I am, I think. I'm assuming Voldemort would somehow change his appearance so yes, more people coming into my room panics me which leads to the lack of breathing phenomenon. I don't know who the hell some of them are. It's not always the same mediwitches."
She laughed weakly. "Yes you are. I'm glad you rescued me though even though I don't look all that fair at the moment," she said, making herself comfortable in her bed when James put her down. Allison patted for him to sit down on the bed. "I'm good, I think. If I start throwing up within half an hour, you might have to get him. I've seemed to stabilise at vomiting for an hour and then being okay for an hour."