Harry nodded. "I'll set you up to do your arm exercises. You've been doing curls, but we need to work your shoulders more. So, try doing front lateral raises, too. We might get to overhead presses by the end of the week."
                              
"If you say so," Draco muttered, unconvinced as Harry guided him through the exercises.
                              
Suddenly, the door burst open, making them both jump. Nat rushed in. "Harry! It's Joel! Hurry!"
                              
Harry took a deep breath, his heart restarting after the sudden arrival, but Draco pushed him toward the door. He followed Nat quickly out to the stairs, his adrenaline kicking in. "What happened?" he gasped.
                              
"He just punched Higgs in the face and is about to get kicked out of the program, if Higgs calls Pratt. He's chewing him out right now in the Mental Health ward. Harper sent word."
                              
"Fuck. Why?" Harry said, following her down the stairwell.
                              
"Don't know, but the board doesn't look fondly on trainees decking senior department members," she said, as she opened the door.
                              
Harry could hear the raised voices from there. His flight or fight response was stirring.
                              
"Harry... only you can get him out of this," Nat said, and Harper came over.
                              
"Hurry... before Pratt comes," he urged. "He already sent for him."
                              
Harry took a deep breath. Joel needed him. He charged towards the raised voices.
                              
"You cocky little shit! Nothing is going to save you now! You were doomed the moment you started kissing Potter's ass. You should have found a better sponsor!" Higgs roared, blood coming out of his nose.
                              
"You have no right to be talking about his mental health to anybody!" Joel shot back. "You think that I'm just going to stand by and let you get away with it? That was your plan, right? You knew I could hear you!"
                              
"I have no idea what you are talking about. You attacked me for no good reason."
                              
"Liar!" Joel shrieked. Harry had never seen him so unhinged.
                              
"Joel!" Harry yelled, and the ward went quiet.
                              
Higgs grimaced when he saw him but hid it. "You're too late. I already sent someone to get Pratt."
                              
Harry gave Nat a look, and she left. He hoped she got the message. Delay him.
                              
"You're not saving him. You can't save anybody... you can't even save yourself!" Higgs hissed.
                              
Harry tensed up but didn't let him see that his words were affecting him. "What happened?" he asked Joel.
                              
"Whatever he says is a lie!" Higgs spat. Three of his mind healers were nearby and nodding like the sycophants they were. Harper and three other wardens were still in the hall, too. Higgs didn't have the whole floor, judging by their expressions.
                              
"Harry, I'm sorry," Joel said, looking ashamed. "He was talking about you... your... file... to them. He was... making fun of you. I just lost it and clocked him for it."
                              
Harry grimaced. The wardens were shifting uncomfortably.
                              
"I was not. I was talking about another patient," Higgs sneered.
                              
Harry's eyes narrowed. "Oh? Really? It's rare that four mind healers are assigned to one patient."
                              
"Excuse me?"
                              
"Well... unless that patient signed off on your... consultation... in an open hallway where others not involved in the case could hear...."
                              
"Hey, look here. I can't discuss what my patients have or have not agreed to, bugger off! You have no right to ask!"