"What?!" Hartley had dozed off as well, so he took a moment to process. And this was better than he'd have ever dared to dream, so processing took even longer. Then he pulled Harry into a hug and held him, simply held him, trying to comprehend. "It's working. It's... Harry, it's really working!"

All those hopeless, empty promises he'd made, the many times he'd sworn that he'd save him. The fights they had had over this, the tears he'd shed. The days and nights of working without sleep, the many letters and phone calls, the begging for donations, all of it, it was actually paying off.

His world was healing.

He got up, finally, to hurry over to Stephen. "Can I see?! It's-- We have to do more tests. Do we do another round? Do we wait a day? A week? How long can you stay?"