Harry rubbed his face and tried to breathe deeper. "I... yeah... sorry... I... umm...."
                              
"Alright, Harry... calm down," Joel said and grabbed the cuppa. "Shh... drink this. You'll feel better."
                              
Harry took the warm cup and nearly drank it. He looked at it suspiciously for a second and then decided that he trusted Joel enough to swallow the spiked tea. Warmth and serenity filled his body, and he leaned into Joel for another hug. Joel obliged and didn't let him go.
                              
"Thank you," he whispered.
                              
"You're welcome. Nat and Cass are going to pants out there, trying to decide what to do. Harry, what happened?"
                              
The Calming Draught eased his tension, and he explained, "I was healing his hip, and he just... zoned out. When I released the Immbolius... he just curled up and hasn't snapped out of it."
                              
Joel turned to look at him. "Okay... it's okay, Harry. Listen to me, sometimes people need to go inside themselves, and I know it's scary, but losing control will not help. If you can't keep it together, you shouldn't be here."
                              
Harry lowered his head. "I can't just... leave him like this."
                              
Joel gripped him harder. "I know. I know it's painful to see him so... out of it. But he needs to decide when he is ready to come out of it. You can't rush him. He needs to come to terms with what happened. He needs to heal his mental barriers. This is a defense mechanism."
                              
Harry trembled. "What if... what if he doesn't come out of it?" That was fear that was driving him to panic.
                              
"Believe that he will, Harry. He's resilient, and people can have setbacks... it's a natural part of recovery. Quite frankly, I've been astonished at how well he's handling it so far. Just give him a bit of time, okay?"
                              
Harry nodded into his chest, and Joel let go. "Are you feeling better?" he asked, looking at him.
                              
"Y-Yeah. Thanks. Nat call you?"
                              
Joel nodded. "She's worried about you... and Draco. We all are. Draco is your friend, but he needs a healer right now. Can you be his healer, Harry? Not just his friend?"
                              
Harry let out a little sniffle. "Yeah."
                              
"Okay... I know he's important to you. You're important to him, but you taught me how important it is to be his healer, no matter how you feel."
                              
Harry met his eyes. The kid had grown up.
                              
"Your patient is in a dissociative state. What are you going to do?"
                              
"Right... try to ground him. Maybe a Mood Stabilizer and Calming Draught?"
                              
"That's good, Harry."
                              
"What if he's...."
                              
"Harry, he's scared. How did you calm him down before?"
                              
"I... talked to him. Was positive... I made him laugh...."
                              
"We'll try that, then, when it comes to it. But you need to understand that he's not going to just ease out of this break. You have to be patient. You have to give him space and, most importantly, you need to go back to your routine. You need to go to your appointments and sleep. People will notice very soon."
                              
He looked at him and nodded. "I don't want him to be alone."
                              
"Harry, I will ask if I can take off time of my rotation, but...."
                              
"No. You can't. They hate that. I'll ask..." he started, but his friends were busy, too.
                              
"Cass said that she could stay a bit longer, for you."