"Aziraphale is a shitty judge of character, isn't he?" Harry rolled his eyes and sighed, wishing he knew what to do but he didn't know what else to say or where to put his energy. He just wanted Hartley to be okay. "I watched my dad die in hospital, he died pretty slowly. He got sick. Then he got scepsis. Screaming in agony and fighting to the bitter end. I watched it all and -- I know what it feels like."

And here he was, suffering the same fate. "I wanted to -- to not die here but I don't know if I can put it on Hartley. To die at home." And yet, he selfishly wanted to beg for it still. "Am I a selfish bastard?"