"I'll sauna if it works, I don't care how shit I look. I want to go to a gay sauna again." Harry mumbled as he kept his eyes closed, his head exploding in pain. He had a headache since... well, last week, but the passed few days had been brutal. Harry adjusted how he was lying and then nodded his head. "How do I know what changes? What to say?"

"If you're in a lot of pain, say. If you notice the pain reducing, also tell us. I'm watching your vitals, the treatment will go in through the IV line and Hartley will work the sonic vibrations." Stephen explained as he finished putting the IV line into Harry's arm. "Don't hesitate to protest."

"Gotcha." Harry smiled despite everything, so beyond resigned to his fate now. He looked at Hartley and met his eyes. "I love you. Same then as now. Still my handsome Hart."