There's one more.

He's quiet. He mostly just stares at them for a minute before saying, "Thank you."

He leaves.

Alright then. No one else? Okay.

Temple finishes the spell design soon enough.

The other patients are less desparate, or more terrified of strange visitors. 

They might want to tell someone they're done; no need to make those poor kids wait.

Normally they wouldn't accept the last one back, but they can do the other two first.

They set everything up. They call the patients back.

Separately, or together?

The spellcasting proper is going to be done separetely, but it isn't going to take too long so they can wait outside the designated area.

"I can go first, if you want."

"No, I think I can handle it."

"Alright, sit over there inside that circle."

Presuming compliance, Temple starts the casting process. It is going to take a few minutes and he needs the uttermost concentration.

She sits, and doesn't break his concentration.

And eventually, there is some flash show of lights and...

"...I think it worked."

"...I- I think we need to ask one of the doctors. I'm not remembering by myself. I might need triggers, or something, cues."

Temple nods solemnly. "The treatment needs to wear off first, but now you can remember safely and without fear."

"I could help you some," Ezra offers, "but I'd need to look at your memories to bring them to the surface."

"The treatment?"

"He means the non-magical treatment."

"Why would the treatment prevent me from remembering."

"The infection is affected by your memories," Ezra explains, "remembering would've killed your body permanently. They didn't have a way to remove it before."

Nod.

"So now I can remember? No risk?"

"We are going to keep you under observation, but yes. No risk."

She takes a seat, then.

Their other patient waits outside.

Ezra observes the poor girl.

Temple spellcasts again.

His patient waits.