At least he didn't react to that. The only indication to him that anything was even happening was easier breathing, the usual, if faint, rattle dying away.

Almost completely compromised, something was keeping him from constantly getting sick. Maybe it was the potions and charms he'd worked so hard to perfect? ... Or maybe it was related to not aging. Well whatever, forge on ahead.

Abysmal white blood cell count, it was a surprise he had a functioning system at all. "Tell me somethin' I don't know."