Percy snorted. "And here, I thought you were racing out of the Shack," he said sarcastically. He looked up at the Healer. "I told you that he's too stubborn to die."
The Healer paid no attention to either one of them. He took the wand out, and kept the moving it over Cass, humming and casting spells. He pocketed the wand, and looked at Cass. "Mr. Vaisey, stubborn or not, you should be dead or you should have woken up weeks ago. Wizards do not stay in a coma for twenty days and then wake up when we're doing nothing to cause your revival." He sighed. "You seem to be doing better, but I don't know what caused the improvement or how quickly you will recover."
Percy listened, and frowned. "What do you mean, how quickly? It's been twenty days and now you don't know what's making him better?"