An empty hospital bed, with gum wrappers on the sheets. It's strange because he's not scared of this. Well, that's not true, Nevil dreads losing his mother more than anything, for all that he's never truly known her, it's just that he's expected this his whole life. It's simply an eventuality that someday his parents bodies will stop working, finally overcome by the extensive nerve damage that comes with being exposed to the Cruciatis for so long. Nevil may be a Gryffindor, but he's pragmatic enough to have understood that his parents will die since he was seven. All he feels now is sadness, because his fear is not abstract, and he knows it's only a matter of time until his is realized.