"Yeah. All right, I get that." Hartley didn't want him to die at all. Did it matter to him where it happened? It wasn't as if he could stand being at home without Harry now. He couldn't imagine still living at home once Harry was gone. He couldn't imagine the world without Harry in it. "I won't let you die in here."

He promised it and he hated himself for saying it, because it was acknowledging that Harry would die. Would perhaps even die soon. "But you're not dying just yet. Okay? You'll... You'll get better and I'll take you home. And if you don't want to, you don't have to come back here again. I know how to take care of you. Least then you can't mistreat any nurses, you asshole."