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.

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?"