"Is 200 good?" Harry asked sleepily as he sat up, reminded of his old party days right now because there he was, feeling a tad hung over and not understanding anything that anyone was saying. He yawned loudly and pulled himself up, his body weary and tired but eager to be a part of things.

"I would say maybe a week? His body is still very weak physically, we can't push to a limit but look at that. That's remarkable. It's like resetting a body." Stephen was amazed, he looked at the blood test and then pulled up the one before, showing Hartley both with fascination. "See, the T-count is up and all his other markers are at a way better ratio."

"So... am I okay?" Harry asked, getting the feeling he was. "Hart? Am I-- Am I gonna make it?"