"Fucking hell, Hart. Why the fuck are you still here? Go to the lab, go--go fucking cure it, man. I'm fine. I'll try not to die without you." Harry offered as he tried his best not to be upset or scared, he tried to find that bitter acceptance that he was supposed to have by now but mostly he just felt cheated. He felt cheated, robbed and screwed over and it was hard to accept defeat but he had to because he couldn't even stand up lately so what else could he do?

Seethe and hate everything until the last pathetic moment. And he didn't want Hartley to see that, it wasn't right.

"It's a nice day today, isn't it? I can see the sun from here." He squinted towards it, wondering if the rain was finally going away. "You should be out there, not in here. Do it for me, I'm fucking bored. Let me live through you."