"I think... We can get it can get as early as tomorrow evening. Probably early than that, but I wouldn't feel as confident."

"We've been handling it for this long, we can wait." 

"And is much better to get it done right." He agrees seriously.

"You can meet some of the more stable patients, if you like. Try not to mess with their heads until we're sure it works."

"I wouldn't dream of causing them any distress... Since I would be busy, I could send my mom or brother," Temple waves at Sovie and Ezra, "to talk to them for the explanatory bits?"

"I think that would be lovely. They can both come."

"Sure thing. I mean, it would be better if they come to us, since we are restricted to our wards."

"I can have them stop by whenever you can be interrupted. Just use this to contact me."

She hands him a pager. 

"Thank you, we will contact you once we are ready."

She waves, and exits quietly.

Meanwhile Izakin is experiencing the joys of not remembering who he is and where he is from. But he thrusts the others fairly well and remembers enough sorcery that he is helping Temple out.

Ezra will quietly freak out (well, some cold might happen), but eventually he calms down.

And once they feel confident enough they can explain things, they page Ms. Morrell so she can send patients.

She comes by within ten minutes, leading a young man behind her.

"Hello. All of you, this is Lucrum. I'll be leaving him in your care. Please, be careful."

She steps back outside, leaving them with him.

He waves.

"Hello, Lucrum. How much about us have you been told?"

"A little bit. You're doctors, except with magic instead of medicine."

"Not quite. We are sorcerers and magic can do healing. Which includes things like curing infections. My half-brother developed a spell that is likely to clean someone's from the fungus, but we need volunteers."

"You need a test subject. What could go wrong?"

"Volunteers," Ezra starts ticking off his fingers, "In order of the more to the least likely: the most obvious thing is that it could fail and then you would suffer the normal fatal effects from the infection," the ticks another finger, "or could be something less than that, from brain damage to nothing at all," third finger, "or the fungus could have some trait or adaptation that kicks in once a this thorough disinfection is attempted. I trust Temple's skills as a sorcerer so I doubt any problem will arise from his lack of sorcery knowledge, or even regular biological knowledge, but the fungus is an entirely new thing."

"If it does start to kill me, can you kill me first?"

...

"I will do it, but would you mind me telling me why?"

"Forgetting is different, I'm still me. If it takes over-and then I die anyway, if it goes wrong- then I'll be gone anyway. I don't want that."

"It is probably more merciful that way."

Nod.

"What do I have to do?"

"Not a lot, except stand still while we cast the spell and them stay under observation for 24 hours."