seven days lost

Fang, isn't it?Leaving the therapist watching over me is the least intrusive way... maybe I'll even meet my therapist.

This idea gradually took root in my mind, I pushed open the door and walked out of the room, knocking on the door of Ron and Hermione's room.

The door opened quickly, and Ron's face appeared in the crack of the door.When he saw it was me, he quickly opened the door and let me in.Hermione was sitting at her desk working.

I didn't intend to linger very long in their room, so I stood by the door and said quickly, "Well, Ron, I think I'd - um - I'd probably be better off staying in the hospital, I think. Some."

As soon as the words fell, the expressions of Ron and Hermione changed.

"What did you say?" He widened his eyes, "Are you going to the hospital?"

"Here's what I'm thinking, maybe the hospital can make me better faster. And the therapist should know better how to take care of me—"

"Have you been feeling unwell lately, Harry? We've been neglecting—"

"No, no, it's not like that. You've been very kind to me, really, and I appreciate you. I know it takes a lot of money to be hospitalized, and I'm sure I'll pay it back. I can take it from Gringotts... "

"No, stop it, Harry. We won't take you to the hospital, you stay here, and we will feel at ease when we look at you later." Ron said righteously.

I looked at him, and I wondered if he really meant it.It's much easier to throw me in the hospital, isn't it?

"No, I want to go to the hospital. I've already decided."

"No, really not, Harry. We can't keep you there."

"Why? Don't you want me to get better?"

Ron and Hermione looked at each other, and the latter came over and looked at me gently: "Harry, of course we hope you are well. But we don't want you to be admitted to the hospital. The hospital is not what you imagined." So well done."

"...I don't understand." I stared into their eyes, "Do you think you are better taken care of than the doctor?"

To my astonishment, they nodded.

"The doctor doesn't know you as well as we do, Harry. We were good friends growing up together."

"Then can you tell me what happened?" I yelled, "Why did I become like this, and how much did I forget?!"

I was wronged and angry, but this intense emotion could not resonate with anyone, because they could not understand my pain.What they have to face is the present and the future, but I have no future, and I have lost the past.I'm just stuck in reality for one second and it's gone the next.

Both Ron and Hermione looked at me with disgusting, sympathetic eyes. I knew they weren't going to tell me, but I still stood here stubbornly.

Even patients have the right to make decisions, right? Why should they dictate my life?

"Harry, I know you are very uncomfortable, but we will always be with you." Hermione said carefully.

That line was supposed to be very heartwarming, but I'm just disgusted now.

I turned and ran out.I don't want to hear that again.I don't need anyone's hindrance, my life is my own.

I ran back to my room, took out some clothes from the closet, and took out the diary under the pillow.I don't know what else I can bring, I can't find a suitcase and I have no money.Maybe I'll starve to death on the streets the next day, but why not?

I'm done.I've really had enough.

I looked at the scattered clothes on the bed, and a sense of self-loathing enveloped me again.I'm really bad and can't do anything.

What should I do?

I sat down on the bed, sat on top of a shirt, and sat it crumpled, but I didn't care.

I'm still going to the hospital, no matter what.But I can't just let it go.

I called Draco and he answered quickly.

"Hi, I'm Harry Potter. I have something to ask of you."

"What's the matter?" he asked.

"You told me before that you were a therapist at St. Mungo's, didn't you? You said that St. Mungo's Hospital is very good at treating my disease."

There was silence on the phone for a few seconds.

"I said so, but..."

"I want to live in the hospital for treatment, can you put me in touch? Since you are also a therapist, it should not be difficult to do. But I can't afford it now, so can you-can you help me with it ? I'll pay you back later—”

"Potter, do you think my treatment isn't working?" he cut me off.

"No, no, why do you all think so? I just don't want to cause trouble for others."

"But it's true that it's better for your illness to rest at home. In fact, the hospital can provide you with limited resources, because your case is indeed very rare." Draco's voice returned to normal.

"But hospitals always know a little bit more, don't they? I just hope I get better and don't have to depend on them anymore. I've been bothering them for too long."

"Potter."

"I understand that I should be content, I have to be nicer to them, be more patient, and not lose my temper, but I can't control my own emotions. I am very irritable and angry for no reason, am I like this before? Or Did you say that you became so annoying after you lost your memory?"

"No, Potter, listen to me, don't think about those things, take a few deep breaths, exhale slowly, like this—" There was a quiet breathing in my ear, like the wind blowing through the field , cool and peaceful.I was inexplicably sucked in, listening intently, a strange feeling surged in my heart.

"When you are angry in the future, take a few more deep breaths." He reminded.

"So, are you willing to hug me now?"

He was silent.

After a long time, so long that I almost thought he had fallen asleep and was about to hang up the phone, he said, "Come down."

I ran across the cool night path and ran out of the gate, panting, looking around while panting with my hands on my knees.I saw Draco, he finally stopped wearing his black trench coat, but put on a beige checked striped shirt, standing where he always was.

I walked up to him and looked up at him stubbornly.He sniffed, took a step closer, and put his arms around me.

I felt like I had crashed into a cold and soft jade.His arms were strong and wrapped tightly around my waist.There was an indescribable fragrance on his body, like the cold and hard fragrance of jade, I leaned on his chest and was surrounded by this faint fragrance.

He's very indulgent, I don't know why that thought came to my mind, and he's very tolerant of my bad temper.

Evenings and hugs are always appropriate, as well as the breeding of certain unexplained emotions.I can't help but wonder, will he agree to any exorbitant requests I make at this time?I raised my head, and saw his side face was as sharp as a knife, his gray-blue eyes were covered by eyelashes, and his lips were slightly pursed.

He looked like he was struggling and resisting, when it was just a hug.Hugs bore him, don't they?A malicious thought rose in my heart, so what if it was a kiss?What would he do if I asked for a kiss?

This is a very silly question, of course I didn't ask it.But it got me wondering if my nerves were too tight for me to have this unnatural thought.Why would I want to kiss my therapist?He's a man, and definitely has a family.I'm just crazy.

But I was thinking again, what would he do if he heard this request?He must have faced countless patients. Maybe there will be a few female patients who are attracted by him and make such a request. Will he agree?

Oh, and that's a silly question too.Or let it rot in your heart.

He finally let go of me and took a step back.

"Wear more when you go out at night in the future." He said.

"I will. So you don't agree with my hospitalization, do you?"

Draco made a painful expression, but it disappeared quickly.

"No, I don't want to."

"You are afraid that if I am hospitalized, the points will be given to other therapists, and you will not be able to continue to obtain information from me, right?"

"Of course not, I hope you get better." Draco's expression became more conflicted, his eyebrows knit together tightly, "but hospitalization is not for you. You don't want to be locked up there forever, many Patients from the Charms Injury Unit stay there their whole lives, and the atmosphere is so hopeless that you'll go mad."

"But you said I'd be fine." I bit my lower lip, "I can get out, can't I?"

"I'll do my best to help you, Potter."

"Then use these to write your research topic?"

"No, I really want to help you," he twitched the corners of his mouth, his tone almost pleading, "Believe me, Potter, I really—"

"You like me." I interrupted him.He opened his eyes slightly, then shook his head.

"No, you mean..."

"You always come to see me. We have seen each other every day these days." I observed his expression, and I knew that what I said was unreasonable. Want to press him - maybe something is wrong with me, I want to see him tortured by these random questions.

"No, Potter," he smiled, "it's not like that."

"You like me. You've been wandering around here for a long time just to find me." I continued without thinking.