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Theodore Nott (nottfinished) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

Theo was pale and shaky and he was pretty sure that his body was in some kind of shock, but he knew that the longer he left his hands like they were the more painful it would be to fix them later. If the worse came to it he'd heal them as they were, bent and splayed, and he'd then have to rebreak and reheal them one at a time. He'd done that before too and it just made the whole experience telescope out into a larger, much more agonising ordeal.

He felt bad for asking the kind person to do this for him, catching the curse, but she said she'd do it and he was in too much pain to not be selfish - he'd hate himself for it later. He nodded that he understood and braced himself. "I won't make a sound." he reassured, sounding certain and matter of fact more than egoistic and filled with fake bravado. He helped by supporting his elbow against his chest, gingerly because he was sore there too, and concentrated on breathing slow and steady and going to the cold, quiet place he went to when his dad had, when his dad was hurting him, neatly dissociating from what was happening.