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Seamus Finnigan (openbottle) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

Reluctantly, Seamus forced his limbs to move in something approximating a co-ordinated manner. He managed to pull himself to his feet, albeit making a few unhappy noises as he did so. As comfortable as he'd felt before, it was obvious some of his joints and muscles had been less than pleased with their extended nap on the couch. He waited until he was upright before answering. "Still a bit sick," he admitted. "It doesn't hurt anymore - thank Merlin for Adrian." At this stage, the sickness could well be hunger, though the idea of food wasn't hugely appealing. He'd eat anyway, because he knew it was what he should do, and Dean would fuss otherwise, but he wasn't dying to get food into him.

"You didn't even try," he said, but his voice was as weak as the joke. "Okay, okay. I pee, you make soup. Sounds like a plan. And then I -" Seamus hesitated, torn. What he wanted to say was 'And then I can go sleep in a bed'. On the other hand, he couldn't make Dominic cover his whole shift, could he? If he was able to stand without pain, he should get back to work? He wasn't certain about it, his brain still far from sharp. He squirmed slightly, remembering why he was standing in the first place. "Pee first, then planning," he said decidedly as he headed for the bathroom.