"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?"
"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?"
"That's... I mean, it reflects some of my hypotheses, but I never really believed it would--" He trailed off, pressing his lips together, overcome with emotions. Holding both blood tests in hand, he walked over to Harry and made him sit down next to him on the bed. "This is your blood test from before. This is the one we took after."
He pointed out the various changes and explained, trying to stick to layman terms as much as possible. "A T-count of 200 or less indicates that a person has AIDS. You being at 200, possibly higher by now... You are more like someone HIV positive. Not AIDS. We don't know how stable any of this is, if you are still going up, but Stephen is right. It's like we reset your body."
The way he had envisioned it. "We'll keep testing your blood, I'd say at least twice a day. And we can do another round of treatment in a week. But..."
Hartley paused, finally, turning to simply smile at Harry. "Yeah. You're gonna make it."
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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?"
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"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?"
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He pointed out the various changes and explained, trying to stick to layman terms as much as possible. "A T-count of 200 or less indicates that a person has AIDS. You being at 200, possibly higher by now... You are more like someone HIV positive. Not AIDS. We don't know how stable any of this is, if you are still going up, but Stephen is right. It's like we reset your body."
The way he had envisioned it. "We'll keep testing your blood, I'd say at least twice a day. And we can do another round of treatment in a week. But..."
Hartley paused, finally, turning to simply smile at Harry. "Yeah. You're gonna make it."