I was pacing back and forth in front of a door, and I had no idea how many hours I had been biting my finger uneasily. Harry was behind that door. The operation on his condition has been ongoing for quite some time now. He asked me to call his family doctor for him, and it arrived quickly. I lost track of my time, and I couldn't even feel my fingers from nipping it too much when I felt a pair of arms cloaked around my waist, pulling me closer to his barrel curved like chest. My breathing hitched, and for a moment there, I forgot how to think.

"You...