Seamus Finnigan (openbottle) wrote in finnigans_rpg, @ 2015-05-05 14:30:00 |
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Entry tags: | character: dean thomas, character: dominic chambers, character: seamus finnigan |
Assistance arrives
Who: Seamus, Dean, Dominic
What: Seamus is not feeling well...
Where: Finnigan's, Seamus's flat
When: Tuesday 5th May, Lunchtimeish?
Rating: SFW for now
For the first hour after he'd opened, Seamus had managed a sort of grim gritted-teeth smile as he greeted the few regulars who came in this early, usually looking for early lunch or late breakfast. As more and more painful minutes had dragged on, though, even that had become impossible and Seamus now looked as miserable as he felt. Pain flared and stabbed at his abdomen so badly that his gaze kept being drawn back to the floo fire, wondering whether he should just shut down and go to St Mungo's. Maybe he had appendicitis or some other massive internal injury. He stayed put, telling himself it wasn't likely, that the lack of sleep of the last few nights was making it impossible to think clearly.
"Are you alright, lad?" one of his customers asked. Seamus jumped. He hadn't seen the man coming, but he quickly strived to put the smile back on his face.
"I'm fine," he insisted. "Bit of a headache." He didn't even have the energy left to make some joke about drinking his own wares. Though the customer protested, Seamus insisted on refilling his glass - free of charge - and then sent him back to his chess board.
Seamus had known he would crash. He always did after his almost-manic attempts to keep everything together through Victis Honor day. Usually, he came down with a nasty cold immediately afterwards, too stressed and tired for his immune system to fight it. Other years, he'd just wanted to sleep for days. He'd really though it would hold off until after his chess match against Ron on Thursday, but apparently he'd been way off the mark.