Emma pov

　　My stomach churns with everything going on. I try to take deep breaths and calm my nerves. Ava, on the other hand, is more emotional than me, so I don't try to stop her from expressing her feelings. In fact, I support her in letting everything out.

　　"Emma, what happened to me? Why can't I remember anything from the past few months? Where's Emily? Where are my parents?" Ava asks amidst tears and sobs. I lean closer to her and pull her shoulders, encouraging her to rest her head on my shoulder.

　　Ava's crying intensifies, and I gently stroke my best friend's back. My heart aches at the pain of seeing my best friend feeling lost and scared. I know all too well what that feels like, and I know that what she needs most right now is to let it out.

　　"We'll find the answers, Ava, I promise we will," I reassure my best friend, who continues to cry.

　　Charlotte appears at the door, shyly observing Ava's situation. I shoot Charlotte a sympathetic look, and she returns it with a sad expression before she can say anything, the little wolf pup leaves.

　　"Do you want something to drink, Ava? I can make you some juice or get you a glass of water," I suggest softly and quietly.

　　Before Ava stops crying for a few seconds to respond to me, Charlotte appears again at the door of the room, this time holding a small stuffed animal in one hand and a glass of juice in the other. She still looks a bit embarrassed and shy, but I encourage her to come closer with a nod. With small and timid steps, Charlotte approaches.

　　Ava lifts her head from my shoulder and looks at little Charlotte standing in front of us on the couch. Charlotte's hair is down, with only the front strands tied with two red bows, her green eyes are lowered, embarrassed. "I brought my stuffed animal, his name is Doctor Hug, you can hug him because he's very cute and smells like strawberries, it helped me when my parents went to heaven to become stars. And I also brought some pineapple juice, it's my favorite and always makes me happier," Charlotte extends both arms toward Ava, who looks at her a bit startled but accepts the stuffed animal and the glass of juice.

　　"Thank you, my little wolf. You always have the best ideas, you know?" I thank after noticing that Ava didn't do it. I extend my arms to Charlotte, who quickly comes in for a hug, I kiss the top of her head and also her cheeks, which makes her let out a cheerful laugh. "I haven't forgotten my promise, you know?" I whisper near Charlotte's ear, which brightens up upon hearing that.

　　Ava drinks all the juice and hands the cup back to Charlotte without saying anything. The child takes the cup and smiles in my direction before leaving the room.

　　"Isn't she adorable? So cute and polite," I comment about Charlotte to Ava, but my best friend doesn't react to the subject.

　　I turn my attention back to Ava; my best friend's face is very pale, and I notice her breathing accelerating more than usual. "Ava? What's going on?" I ask worriedly, but my best friend doesn't respond.

　　Suddenly, Ava faints on the couch, and I let out a scared scream and try to wake her up, "Ava, wake up! Ava, can you hear me?!" I call out to her and lightly tap her face to wake her up, but nothing works.

　　"HELP! I NEED HELP HERE! GET A DOCTOR!" I scream at the top of my lungs, and in less than three minutes, Matthew appears in the room.

　　"What the hell happened?" he asks seriously, approaching Ava's body and trying to figure out what to do.

　　"I don't know. One moment we were talking, trying to understand what happened to her. It was when Charlotte left that she became like this, she fainted," I reply hurriedly and apprehensively. "What do I do? I don't know what to do, Matt!" I say fearfully.

　　Matthew picks Ava up, "I'll take her to the infirmary!" He replies seriously and rushes out of the room with impressive speed. I follow him, my heart wanting to escape through my throat.

　　During the whole way, which feels like an eternity, I torment myself about what I did. "I shouldn't have given her the potion. I shouldn't have done that," I babble nervously.

　　"Don't do this, Emma!" Matthew orders firmly, "Don't spiral into guilt. We don't know what happened yet," he argues while carrying Ava in his arms.

　　Matthew puts Ava on a hospital bed and informs the pack doctor of what happened. "We gave her a mental potion, to help her recover her memories. It's been...?" Matthew turns to me, asking how long ago Ava drank the potion.

　　"An hour. She drank the potion about an hour ago, more or less," I reply hurriedly and nervously.

　　I watch agitatedly, pacing back and forth, as the doctor examines Ava. He checks her blood pressure, heart rate, and pupils, and asks more questions that I can't answer.

　　"If what you reported is true, the problem isn't the mental potion, it helped trigger her memories. However, the sorcerer who created the blocking spell may have put in a defense mechanism so she wouldn't unlock too many memories," the doctor explains thoughtfully.

　　"What do we do then?" I ask nervously, my anxiety coursing through my body.

　　"You can try to find out who the sorcerer was who cast the memory spell or simply wait for her to recover on her own. There's not much I can do," the doctor informs empathetically. "I'll keep her under observation, but that's the most I can do in this scenario."

　　"Thank you, doctor," Matthew thanked the doctor before he leaves the infirmary room.

　　The environment is very clean and cold, making me shiver a little with the temperature. Ava's face is still too pale, but she looks serene. I try to reassure myself knowing that it wasn't the potion that caused this to her.