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Dean Thomas (artistdean) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

"I've got frozen stock and some noodles at home, and I'll heat it with magic, it'll take five minutes at most," he said. It wouldn't have vast amounts of flavour, but it should help and give him time before he needed to try and feed Seamus anything else. Also, of course, it was relatively bland which meant it shouldn't be too harsh if Seamus actually had stomach problems. "I'll make tea first though."

As he watched Seamus' face he could tell that pressing did hurt him, but it didn't seem like it was necessarily hurting him any more than without Dean's hands pressing on him. Or at the very least there was no indication that it was his appendix. Not that he was sure exactly where that would be located but he managed to press enough that he was about ninety five percent sure that wasn't the problem. What he wouldn't have given for a little more knowledge or a person he could call on, but that wasn't possible right now. He nodded at Seamus' description of only feeling sick in those circumstances. He was feeling vaguely sick himself, but he knew that was only worry. "No moving fast then," he said firmly.

Once he was relatively satisfied that there was no massive problem as far as he could tell he took his hands away from Seamus' stomach and handed over the mug with the painkiller in it. "Here, I'm taking the fact you didn't try and flinch too much or lamp me as a good sign. You should take it," he said. He was hovering faintly, not really wanting to leave Seamus' side. That was certainly a common thought recently, but this was far more related to worry than his feelings, or maybe it was extra worry because of his feelings. It took him a little while to realise what he was doing and he coughed slightly before waving his wand to start the tea brewing.