No one ever said that forgetting everything would be easy. Sometimes your life pursues you and you can't escape it. Maybe that's precisely the problem trying to forget because the only truth is that we are our memories and each and every one of them...
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*This chapter contains mature content*
Elisa wakes up feeling somewhat better than the previous day. Soon enough, Nurse Blainey enters the hospital wing again to check on her condition.
"Good morning, dear," she says.
"Maidin mhaith Nurse Blainey."
"How are you feeling today? I have some good news - you're good to be discharged."
"Thank you, I'm feeling better than I was throughout the night, that's for sure."
Nurse Blainey nods in response to Elisa's gratitude. She then explains that the Skele-Gro should no longer cause further side effects.
"Theoretically, I should no longer have the side effects from the skele-gro, correct?"
"Yes, that's right, the Skele-Gro's side effects should start to disappear now that it's working its magic. Hopefully, the sweating will be a thing of the past."
"Brilliant," Elisa chimes as she exits the bed, gathering her belongings.
Nurse Blainey stresses the importance of staying cautious, even if the side effects are meant to diminish.
"Don't hesitate to come back if you have any more problems. It's always better to be safe than sorry. Your health and recovery are my priorities."
"Elisa!"
Elisa turns around, recognizing the high-pitched voice coming from Poppy.
"Good morning, Poppy; what are you doing up this early?"
"I was just at the room of requirement checking in on the magical creatures and Aila."
"That's very sweet of you, Poppy. Thank you; I appreciate that very much. How's Aila doing? I had Sebastian check up on her last night."
"She's fine; she has adapted very well to the magical creatures. It's incredible to see the bond she has formed with them."
Poppy looks down at the splint on Elisa's arm and furrows her brow. Unaware of the events from the previous day's Quidditch tryouts.
Poppy gasped, "What happened to your arm?"
"Rogue Bludger, during tryouts yesterday, managed to strike my arm and break a bone in my forearm. Nothing a bit of skele-gro could help me recover."
"Well, I'm glad it wasn't any other part of you or your head," Poppy say's bringing up every worst possible scenario.
