Now that they both finally have the time, Harry’s glad Bart agreed to come in and have it looked at even though he’s nervous. They’re at the hospital, but Harry’s made sure they have enough time to do the scans they need to do without being disturbed. “Y’know, hospital gowns suit you.” Harry jokes gently, hoping to help Bart relax. He’s kept the team as small as possible for a reason - the last thing is for Bart to feel like he’s part of some kind of experiment when he’s not.

“It’s just going to be a few scans, alright? Just to see what kind of condition your knee is in. If there’s any sign of deterioration, we’ll consider what you wanna do from there.” Harry rests a hand on Bart’s shoulder, offering him a smile. “How’re you holding up?”

When he hears a knock on the door he jumps, rushing over to open it to find Bart standing there. “What took so long - you’re too quick to be late, Bart -” He pulls Bart into the apartment and pushes the door shut, quickly wrapping his arms around Bart in a tight hug and he can practically feel the weight lifting off his shoulders, knowing that Bart is safe. “You’re okay, right?”