"Yeah, it's..." Hartley treated his hands, very quickly bandaging them both. Not his first time, he had been experimenting with the gloves a long time, after all. With them bandaged up, he headed over to the bed, sitting next to Harry. "We don't quite know anything yet. I'm hoping for some change to your T-cell count. And it should keep going right now, whatever we started. We don't know for how long. Could be that the effects keep going twenty-four hours. Maybe a week. Maybe longer or shorter. Keep improving you."

Here was hoping. It was all theoretical still, but at least something had happened. "You have some colour in your cheeks. I'll say that. That's not just placebo."

He was trying not to be too hopeful, but he hoped nonetheless.