Elektra snapped her eyes open and immediately wished she hadn't. The green glow from whatever magic Neville had wielded was fading, only pinpricks of brightness continuing to spark in Elektra's vision. As they faded, she saw the basilisk unmoving at her feet. Felt Neville tumble beside her against the wall.
The pain in her ankle was an unwelcome distraction from her unexpected rescuer. Where an open wound would normally ache, as Elektra knew from extensive experience, this simply burned. She was painfully familiar with how that felt, too, and didn't much care for the recollection.
Neville tried to help by wrapping the wound, but it didn't do much. Griping and grunting was less than effective in communicating that, so Elektra grabbed his arm and yanked him back. "I guess - I guess that means magical snakebites are poisonous, too, huh? Fuck." She tried standing, but her foot left leg refused to hold her weight. Frustration almost tore a scream out of her. But that wasn't going to do much except draw more basilisks their way, probably.
In the sudden dark, she could only slide her hand over Neville's and hope he got the message to light up the wand again.