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Theodore Nott (nottfinished) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

Theo heard more than saw another figure approaching him down the alley and he felt around for his wand, slow and sore and whimpering when he couldn't find it. He felt distant and numb and he didn't know if it was from the cold or the pain. He tried pushing himself up from the drainpipe but that made him breathe in too deep and one of his broken ribs pierced further into his lung. He panted, his breathing coming wet and shallow as he tried to cringe back from the person approaching him, until they spoke.

He didn't think that anyone who wanted to hurt him would reassure him, but he could always be wrong. The thing was, he couldn't do anything about it even if he was. He barely noticed he was half naked and shivering, still looking for his wand and feeling more naked than ever without it.

"I, my wan-" he managed before he was choking on a rush of blood from his lung, turning his head to spit it out and whimpering again as that hurt.