𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒖𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚, 𝒈𝒓𝒂𝒗𝒊𝒕𝒚 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒄𝒍𝒂𝒊𝒎 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒕𝒐𝒐. The seed of friendship planted over the course of five years was never given the chance to grow. All that remains are time-worn memories of your childhood that still smell of warm grass and the simple safety a shadow once provided you, but perhaps this time, it will finally bloom.

Recovery Girl ducked into the room overlooking the operating theatre. It was empty as promised, so she quickly grabbed a can of sterilising solution and sprayed herself, body suit and all, down. Hopefully it wasn't the kind that irritated her scars. Maeve opened various compartments in the body suit, replacing the full puke pint with one she'd grabbed from her office. She pulled a hair net out and pulled it around her bun, which had been disintegrating in quality. Only then did the grey-haired girl realise her hands were shaking. Interesting. Maeve didn't have time to analyse whether it was due to stress or her body being pushed past its limits. It didn't matter. She strode out without hesitation, gave the group of nurses a wide smile, and entered the chaotic operating theatre. Maeve's gloves receded to expose her hands and her visor replicated over her field of vision, instantly giving her a deluge of flashing information. "It's just me and you, buddy," she whispered to the man struggling for life on the table.

♡ The year is 1994 and Harry is having a reawakening and discovery. ♡ By popular demand, the much-loved story from Harry Tales gets its very own book! Most Impressive Rankings //#1 in Discovery, #2 in Wattpride, #2 in Queer, #3 in Pride, #4 in Pansexual. Please read with discretion.