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Theodore Nott (nottfinished) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

Theo knew magic was happening around him but he didn't know why the wand was brandished and he cringed back, as much as he could anyway before his ribs creaked and every part of him that hurt - which was practically every part - complained. His heart flickered in his chest, already arrythmic from overexposure to the Cruciatus but now struggling from all the stress he'd just been under.

He calmed a little when he realised he was being covered over and not uncovered further and curled up into the blanket a little, tugging it up as close as he could get it, groaning softly.

He saw his wand coming but couldn't get the coordination or the speed of movement to reach up and grab it before it hit, gently and landing in his lap. He was more than grateful to his rescuer for not questioning his ability to have his wand back, for finding and getting his wand over to him and most of all, for not touching the thing. It felt like it was part of him and he hated when it was in the hands of someone else; he'd had enough violation for one day.

He spat blood again, slicking his teeth red and adding to the rest of the blood on his face, before he turned his wand on himself, lifting it even though his fingers were visibly broken, and choked out a spell. It fused his rib back so that it pulled out of his lung and couldn't float around to go piercing into anything else soft and vulnerable in his body, and then another one to fix the hole in his lung -it definitely wasn't the first broken rib he'd had but he was still in a lot of pain.

He drew in a breath to speak but had to stop to cough up more blood, the spell not getting rid of what was in there. "I don't, can't, don't want to, St Mungo's." he tried to explain, stopping to calm himself before trying again. "Thank you." Needed to be said first. He wasn't about to try getting up yet. "Sorry about-" he shrugged to indicate the blanket and the blood now all over it, and with those important things said - "I'll be okay, I just, I can't Apparate... I need a hand... I can't go to St Mungo's." he said, trying to suppress the irrational panic at the idea.