"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.

Their other patient bursts through the door.

Temple doesn't accidentally say "what" because he trained not to, but his ability to focus is not infinite and stutters and forgets the next word and...

The air starts swirling with a blue-ish energy with a life of his own. Temple doubles over in agony.

"Are you okay?"

He stands between Temple and the intruder.

"Stay away from him until we know what's going on."

He looks at Ezra questioningly.

He doesn't move.

Ezra ignores the idiot that interrupted the ritual. "Temple, can you hear me? Can you contain it?"

"No."

"What can-"

"Nothing. I am holding it down, but- ask for the treatment."

The air gets colder around Ezra.

"It's our only chance to survive at all."

Ezra freezes metaphorically and with a valiant effort at literally.

"Sovie!"

Sovie shouts for help.

Armed and armored guards burst in.

One of them rushes to Sovie with a syringe, and asks, "Are you sure?"

Another to Temple: "You understand what will happen?"

Sovie looks at Temple, she knows he is holding the magic effect with his own metamagic gift.

He might be losing years of his life every second.

"Yes. Just do it."

"Yes. Do it, the three patients should be safe, but you should get all of us..." Temple gasps for air and grits his teeth. He gives Ezra a look that conveys for fucks sake just take the treatment.

Sovie and Temple are injected, and a guard approaches Ezra.

"You agree?"

Ezra... knows what he is supposed to, he knows that this is the better alternative.

But he is also so afraid. Absolutely afraid.

Unthinkingly his frost-covered reach out -

He wakes up in a hospital room.

It looks like hospital rooms usually do. 

He blinks and stands up. He looks at his surroundings and doesn't know what to do nor how he got in here.

....The room was already chilly, but it gets colder. He looks at his hands and is surprised they're aren't the pale blue.

He takes a few moments to calm down, because he knows this cold isn't something he can just announce to the world.

Can he leave the room?