The boy turned in my direction and clicked his heels together while taking a proper stance, “We usually do not accept patients at this time of day, but I am sure Dr.Snape will see the severity of this injury and make an exception. Come,” he waved me to follow him, taking one part of Samuel’s sled, and handing me the other. “We do not allow patients into the doctor's home. He must have personal time. As you might imagine, his work is not easy, and it takes a toll on his soul.”
“I have it seen first hand,” I said, remembering my first encounter with the doctor, “When he stopped by my home a few weeks ago to check on my mother, he seemed agitated and distracted. He nearly beat me for asking him to look again if my mother was ill, for he told he saw nothing wrong with her at all, that her only issue was laziness, and I was her foolish son, eating up all her lies.”
The boy pressed his lips together thin, “Yes, I remember that day well. He came home and drank himself near death and fell asleep at his daughter’s grave. Things are not always easy here, as much as they may seem luxurious. The doctor has lost a great deal and he has not a moment to mourn. As I'm sure he told you, the day you asked for his help was a special one. It was the day he lost his daughter, Azalea. She was only four… Died mysteriously, in the middle of the night. They found her in her bed, all blue. As a man of medicine, Dr.Snape took her death personally, as if it was his fault, as if he were supposed to for see such an occurrence.”
The boy sighed, “Whenever the anniversary of her death comes around, we all become depressed and find living much harder. The doctor dismisses everyone from his home so he can be alone and drink. He tells them to go home and hug those they love most, and, choked with tears, he tells us all to remember that everything in this world is mortal, everything will die, every light will sputter out and leave darkness behind.”
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