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Seamus Finnigan (openbottle) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

Seamus glanced between Dean and Dominic, feeling tears gather unbidden around the corners of his vision. Whether it was the physical pain or the kindness of his two friends coming to take care of him he couldn't rightly have said when his head was so muddled. Either way, he blotted the errant liquid on the back of his hand.

"I just," he said, glancing between the bar and the floo and the stairs, not sure where he should be. He wanted to be in bed, that was pretty easy to determine, but should he go to the hospital? This kind of pain wasn't normal. Or should he stay at work? He tried to protest that he didn't need them both to stay, that one of them could work the bar and the other could go home because Seamus was capable of climbing some stairs by himself. They'd both had bad weekends, Seamus knew -

But then he sagged slightly against Dean and nodded, giving up the attempt to push through this. "Okay," he agreed, turning his attention to Dominic. "You-"

"Yes, I've got this," Dominic insisted. "I've pulled pints before. It's not actually that complicated." He rolled his eyes, but he was more worried than he wanted to admit. Seamus often came down with something after Victis Honor - but all he usually needed was some Pepper-Up Potion.