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Seamus Finnigan (openbottle) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

There wasn't a lot of argument Seamus could make to Dean's words. He wasn't sure what he did qualified as 'amazing', but he wasn't in a mood to complain. Dean would only try to correct him and Seamus didn't want to seem like he was fishing for compliments. He couldn't even say he was fine - because he was still worried himself. For lack of anything better to do, he lowered himself back to the couch and watched as Dean portioned out the potion.

He made weak grabby hands for the cup, but the table was too far away for him to reach easily. He frowned and shook his head. "Soup will take too long." He'd prefer soup to tea right now, really, but he didn't have any of those muggle tins or packets that made soup fast, so Dean would either have to make it properly or else go out and buy it - either of which would take longer than Seamus was willing to wait for his pain potion.

When Dean started pressing at his stomach, Seamus firmly sealed his lips together to keep from grunting. The pressure didn't really make any difference to the amount of pain, which probably meant it was internal, or something. Seamus didn't know if that was good or bad and he couldn't help but wish Justin or Ernie were around. He didn't much like St Mungo's anymore, but either of them could have told him if there was anything seriously wrong. "Felt like, a bit," he answered. "When I move too fast."