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Seamus Finnigan (openbottle) wrote in finnigans_rpg,
@ 2015-05-05 14:30:00

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.

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knowhow
2015-05-05 01:37 pm UTC (link)

For once, Dominic apparated straight from his own flat to the door of Finnigan's, saving himself a walk down Monument Alley and pushing the door open. Seamus was behind the bar, looking as if he were about to faint away or else be sick over everything - Dominic couldn't decide which, and decided it didn't really matter.

"What's wrong with you?" he asked, matter-of-factly. "And don't tell me it's just a headache because if it were you'd have asked for a pain-relief potion and not for me to cover your shift." He peered at Seamus who was paler even than usual, with dark bags under his eyes. That wasn't necessarily unusual, but he was usually careful not to work himself so hard he couldn't last through his shift. "Should I get a healer?"

Seamus shook his head quickly, then stopped and bit his lip hard as if the movement had hurt him. "Dean's on his way," he said, gesturing to the journal he'd just read. "It doesn't take two of you, not on a Tuesday."

Dominic hid neither his relief nor his impatience. "Great. I'll cover your shift and Dean can take you upstairs and decide whether or not you need medical attention." He moved to stand behind the bar, squeezing his way past Seamus and then giving him a gentle shove towards the stairs. "Go on, upstairs. I'll send Dean up when he gets here."

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artistdean
2015-05-05 05:34 pm UTC (link)

When Dean had seen Seamus' journal entry he'd groaned. He'd already been in his studio thanks to waking up early, but he'd been checking a little more often than usual, half expecting something like this. Seamus always pushed himself through Victis Honor taking care of everyone else and then collapsed a few days later when everything came crashing down on him. He'd cleared up as quickly as possible and rushed over to the pub, abusing his privilege of apparating into Seamus' flat in the hope he was still up there.

Finding the flat empty he'd headed down into the pub, appearing just in time to hear Dominic's last words. "No need, I'm already here," he said giving Dominic a smile before turning himself on Seamus. He hadn't been in a state to properly see what Seamus looked like the last time they'd been together. What he saw made him wince heavily. Seamus looked, not to put too fine a point on it, like shit.

"C'mon you," he said, hand on Seamus' shoulder. "Dominic's right, let's at least get you upstairs."