"News? Old news more like. Even Adrian knows," she said, her eyes shining with amusement. "I'll explain later and it might work. Perhaps we can reinforce it in some way. Otherwise perhaps we can drain it through the stomach. Not ideal but we're not Muggles, such things can be easily sorted afterwards."
Tracey moved towards the patient once Jake backed off, putting his chart back at the end of the bed. He looked so young, younger than her son, and yet he wasn't. He was nearly twenty years older than her.
"Regulus, my name is Tracey Davis. I hear you've been asking for Narcissa and I'm going to try and facilitate this," she said, looking at him. Although she knew she didn't have to say anything else, she continued on. "I'm her son's friend; Draco was in my class at school. If I try to contact Narcissa then will you please consent to treatment? There's not much point in you coming back to life if you're so adamant to kill yourself now, is there?"