"How are the patient's heart rate readings?"
"Normal."
"Is there any corrosive magic residue from the Obscurus left in the patient's body?"
"Almost negligible."
Harry slowly regained consciousness from his coma. He tried to open his eyes, but the exhaustion in his mind left him without even the strength to move his eyelids. In the darkness, as his awareness gradually cleared, he began to feel an inexplicable, agonizing pain constantly radiating through his entire body.
"Ow—"
As the pain grew more intense, Harry, whose consciousness was still submerged in darkness, could not help letting out soft groans.
"The patient is about to wake up."
"Move him to another ward. The Obscurial has yet to show signs of waking, and all Obscurials must be isolated individually after regaining consciousness."
The cold conversation sounded beside Harry's ears. His mind was still a mess; although he could hear the voices, his groggy brain could not yet process the information his ears had gathered.
"Water—"
"The patient seems to be waking up."
Harry lay unconscious on the hospital bed, his lips moving slightly as though he were muttering something. The two healers standing beside his bed noticed his reaction. One of them leaned close to Harry's mouth, trying to hear what he was saying.
"Water—"
"Give Harry Potter the last dose of Draught of Living Death. Have the nurse wheel him out of this ward shortly."
The older male healer glanced at the clock in the ward. It was already nine o'clock at night. As expected, the two healers were making their nighttime rounds.
"Once he takes this dose of Draught of Living Death, we can notify Harry Potter's family to visit him. Let me see... He probably won't wake up until tomorrow afternoon."
The other healer held a clipboard in one hand and