More of the same...

10.30am woohoo! They're releasing him. Prescription written, letter for work/college written. Just the one last formality, having to wait for the results of the blood tests, but pack your bag, Boy, you're heading home!

11.50am shite. The bloods are not quite where they should be. Change of tack. You can put your bag down, Boy. You're still in. New,  improved formula antibiotics . None of that cheap Chinese shite. Swiss made this time. Or perhaps German. From somewhere where they know about their pharmaceuticals. Tradition going back centuries.
This time, it's going to work.

Or so they hope

For poor Luca, the clock stopped at 11.50am. Each minute has been worth a free person's hour. 
He is now officially well and thoroughly sick of the sickness.