Wayne jumped as Alfie pushed the bottle towards him, partly from the panicked shock of having something pushed at him and partly from the searing pain as he flexed his left hand. He sat up slightly, long enough to take a swig of water and gulp it down greedily. Even if it wasn't just ordinary water, it felt like the best elixir Madame Pomfrey had in her stores.
"Where am I?" He finally managed to speak without feeling his throat crack. It was a vast improvement.