She hadn't been able to hear Remus's voice over all the commotion until after he got the door open. As soon as she realized he was there, though, she forced herself to stay conscious. "Here," she called weakly, in case he couldn't see her, and then dissolved into another round of coughing. "My wand..." She gestured, but she wasn't sure where it was. It had been on the coffee table.
He got the couch lifted off of her, and despite being on the floor underneath her couch, she was still shocked at what she saw. Her flat, what she could see of it anyway, was unrecognizable. It looked like a war zone, which it kind of was. Which meant they — and everyone else — had to get out of there. She did her best to roll out from under the couch while he had it up, but she wasn't sure she could stand without help. She pushed hair and sweat off her forehead before realizing it wasn't sweat. It was blood. She must have hit her head harder than she thought.
"W-what — I can't... we have to..." The room was spinning and if staying awake was this much work there was no way she was getting herself up.