Dr. Charles had been standing there for a while, watching me drift further into the depths of my memories. "Lawrence..." His voice, more insistent this time, shattered the fragile world I had been lost in. I blinked, startled, my body shivering slightly as I returned to the cold reality of the hospital room. The sterile white walls, the beeping of machines, and the faint scent of disinfectant all came rushing back, suffocating the warmth that Draco’s memory had briefly provided.
"I’ve called out several times," Dr. Charles said, his voice laced with concern, though he tried to mask it with professionalism. His eyes, kind and perceptive, scanned my face as if trying to piece together what was happening in my mind. "You still haven’t eaten anything."
I followed his gaze to the untouched tr
