With how long Michael had been stuck in a room by himself, it seemed as though the Ministry were taking their sweet time. Too long for Dean's liking, especially since he didn't want to be stuck in here more than he should.
However, one thing that the other had said caught his attention.
Dean took a short glance back to the rest of the hospital wing, knowing that Michael was right. Plenty have come in and out. A lot stayed completely out, and those who had returned, didn't show up sick. Just like Ginny, Seamus, and the rest of the visitors. Not even a tiny sneeze. "Are you say that we're no longer contagious?" he asked. If there was anyone that knew better, at least for the time being, it was Michael. He should have gotten other guests before he showed up sick almost a week ago. None of them ended up sick. Or well, other than Kevin.
How Dean ended up with the virus too? That was something that he was trying to figure out, even more so when Michael spoke, but that was difficult with how sick he felt. He felt as sick as Kevin looked.
"Blood," he uttered. Well, there wasn't enough concrete evidence with only three of them confined in one room. And he resisted making a reference to a muggle movie about genetic structure. It really wasn't the time for that. "You mean, like there's no pureblood in here with us? Not like that's much to go on with just the three." It was all in theory for the time being.