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Dean Thomas (artistdean) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

Dean registered the fury on Seamus' face and winced. His worry had clearly ticked over too far into sarcasm and being biting. And the fact he was half-sitting up too was a horrible sign, especially since he'd seemed mildly less pained when lying down. "Look, don't get me wrong, what you do for everybody is amazing, but you run yourself ragged and end up getting ill, and I worry okay?" he said, slightly plaintive. Usually it was just a cold, and while no fun it wasn't actually all that alarming. Stomach pain though? Definitely alarming.

"I was thinking soup that's mostly stock, or at least a cup of tea," he said. He summoned a cup from the kitchen and poured about half the dose of pain killing potion into it and set it on the table, re-sealing the other half and putting it in his pocket. He knew from experience Adrian's vials wouldn't break, or hurt for a little carrying in his pocket for a while. If Seamus still needed it later he could have it. He wanted to check his stomach over first though, then he'd hand the potion over.

He debated internally for a few seconds and decided not to raise Seamus' shirt. He was sure Healers probably would, but Seamus was irritated enough right now. He began pressing firmly but carefully on Seamus' right side where his appendix would be and worked across. He was watching his face for any reaction. His stomach certainly didn't feel especially hard or warm. "You've not been sick? Or felt like you were about to be?"