The world had, until this point, appeared in a blur of colors, starting with black and white and slowly but surely including other colors such as blue and red and yellow. The work done on him was quick and efficient; his mind gradually returned him as the pain subsided, and he blinked, trying to figure out where he was.
Last he remembered he was in the warehouse......he remembered Caradoc, the red of blood, and a circle of black...he remembered Sirius, clutching his head and growling so ferociously he was surprised he hadn't screamed...he remembered Bellatrix, and something small and silver and sharp gleaming in the light -
Taking in a slow, deep breath, he let it out shakily as he tried to gather himself. Everything tingled, save his neck; his neck felt stiff and hard, a dull burning sensation ever present. He tried to move his head, but he quickly learned that was a mistake; a flash of pain overcame him, and it took him a moment to recover.
"Wh...where...?" he finally breathed, his voice hoarse and raw. He attempted a swallow, but it burned. "Si...?"