Seamus Finnigan (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} openbottle) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} finnigans_rpg, |
Seamus shook his head, the movement slower and heavier than usual. "I don't want to wish that away, don't be daft." Dean's friendship was one of the best and brightest things in his life, something he'd promised himself years ago that nothing would ever interfere with. He groaned. "Don't tell mam. She'd be over here in a second, trying to get me to the hospital." He knew his mam still worried, ever since the battle, that one day something worse would come of the dark magic that had touched him. Seamus didn't really let himself think about it. "Probably try and get the aurors in too."
Once in bed, Seamus pulled the blankets up to his neck and tugged them close. It wasn't cold, exactly, but nor did he feel particularly warm despite the soup. His eyes drifted closed almost against his will and even when he tried to open them to better follow Dean's murmured words, they wouldn't quite open all the way. "'kay," he mumbled. "Do your work. I can do washing up later, and Dominic can handle things for a bit." He yawned, tucking his head against the duvet to muffle it. "Thanks for..." he trailed off sleepily.