Elfreda was a little annoyed that the two healers, or... whatever they were, were just talking over her head like that. Then again, she wasn't in much shape to hold a conversation. Her mind was trying to pull her back into unconsciousness, but Lime Green Robe's voice prevented her from falling back under. She managed to crack an eye open and look up at him; yeah, Hugo Weasley. Hadn't they been in the same house back at Hogwarts? At least he was soft-spoken.
"Elfreda," she managed after a few moments, her voice rough and faint. She wondered if he could even hear her. "Selwyn. Elfreda Selwyn." There. That was a little better, though it took so much energy to make her voice into something that wasn't a whispered croak. Merlin, she just wanted to be fixed, to go home and curl up with Ethan and let him take care of her.
Wait. Ethan. Elfreda tensed, made a half-hearted attempt to move, then hissed and went still at the pain. Obviously she wasn't getting up to search for her fiance anytime soon. Still, panic shot trough her; was he hurt as well? The thought that he could be dead almost turned her stomach. No, he must have been taken back to St. Mungo's already. That was it.
"Ethan?" she asked, then she realized Hugo wouldn't have any idea who an Ethan was. "Found a man named Ethan?"