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Tweak says, "Whatcha gonna do about it?"

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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openbottle
2015-05-21 07:44 pm UTC (link)

Seamus shrugged. "I guess so." It wasn't as if he thought the time of year didn't affect him, but nor did he have worse nightmares in the days around Victis Honor day than he did at any other time. This year, in particular, he just hadn't been able to sleep. His mind wasn't racing, he didn't feel tense or afraid, he'd just lain in bed, wanting to sleep but unable to make it happen. Last night it had gotten so bad he'd wanted to scream, or break something, just to break the cycle. He hadn't, and he'd managed to get an hour or so of sleep, but it hadn't made him feel any better.

He turned onto his side so he could continue to watch Dean as he puttered about with the tea. "No milk," he decided, partly because he wasnt't at all sure the milk he had was still good. It had been a while since he'd used it. "Honey, no lemon." He wanted the sweetness, and it wasn't as if the lemon was going to cure whatever was wrong. The potion, on the other hand, was starting to take effect. The horrible weight in Seamus's stomach seemed to be easing off and he felt like he could take a proper breath for the first time all day. "Pain's getting better," he said, forcing a slight smile.

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artistdean
2015-05-21 09:25 pm UTC (link)

Dean's breath huffed out of his body as he gave Seamus a sad smile, reaching automatically to run fingers through his hair a couple of times. This time of year tended to bring out he worst in some things. In Seamus' case it was an overzealous need to help everyone else before himself, whereas Dean just tended to get a fiercer round of nightmares.

Since Dean was also making tea for himself through force of habit he picked up the milk, and because he was used to Seamus' habits he smelt it before putting it anywhere near his tea. It was just past the point he really wanted to drink it. He put honey in both lots of tea and brought the mugs over to the sofa, offering one to Seamus and wandering around to stick his own on the table. "That's good," he said, eyes still running over Seamus a few times before he was satisfied that he did appear to be relaxing at least minutely.

"I'm gonna go get food, I'll be back by the time that's drinkable," he said, gesturing at his tea. "If I'm not back and you get worse go yell for Dominic," he added sternly. Not that it was all that stern, he was more worried than actually intimidating.

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openbottle
2015-05-26 08:19 am UTC (link)

Automatically, Seamus's eyes closed as Dean's fingers stroked comfortingly through his hair. The pain was dimming, and the relief of not-hurting felt heavenly. Seamus could almost have gone to sleep like this, but when he opened his eyes again there was still worry etched in the lines of Dean's face. He sat up a little, taking the tea and cupping the mug in both hands. For once, he didn't gulp it down and burn his tongue. Instead he sipped it slowly, the liquid warming and easing the stubborn knot in his stomach.

He tipped his head back against the cushions, holding the mug close to his stomach. "Not going to get worse," he said, stubborn as it was possible to be on no sleep. He still didn't want Dean to go, but it was easier to bear now he wasn't quite so worried anything internal was going to explode.

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artistdean
2015-05-26 02:09 pm UTC (link)

Dean resisted the sudden urge lean over and kiss the top of Seamus' head and smiled at him instead. "Glad to hear it," he said, pleased that Seamus was sounding far more belligerent than he was pained.

Giving a little wave he apparated straight back into his own flat and immediately headed for the freezer, digging unerringly through his frozen leftovers and other bits and pieces to find a bag of chicken stock he'd made some time ago. Sticking the bag in one of his own pans he pulled out a cake of noodles and added that too. He opened the fridge, pulled open the salad draw and grunted in disappointment. No spring onions. Closing up again he crossed and grabbed some chives from the window ledge instead. He knew Seamus could at least manage a knife and a wooden spoon. He had pans too, but his own doubled as a handy carrying device. He ran his eyes quickly around the room and couldn't spot anything else he wanted to take with him. He apparated back again, arriving in the kitchen this time and setting the pan on the ring but not prodding it on just yet.

"Back. Hopefully you're still awake," he said, crossing to the sofa. "I've got everything. Although maybe I should have brought my milk," he said, looking at his tea ruefully.

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openbottle
2015-05-26 03:56 pm UTC (link)

Now that the pain had ebbed, and probably because having Dean around to look after him was reassuring on a deep subconscious level, Seamus was starting to feel drowsy. He continued to hold the mug of tea against his stomach like a hot water bottle, his eyes closed and his breathing slowing.

He wasn't quite asleep when he heard the slight noise of Dean's return, but he didn't open his eyes either. Everything felt a little like a dream, fuzzy around the edges. It was almost pleasant. "Just about," he murmured in response to Dean's comment. He should stay up for food, and then he should sleep. He should, but the temptation to just stop holding on to the tenuous thread of awareness keeping him awake was significant. "There's milk downstairs," he pointed out. "There's al'ays milk downstairs. S'a fucking pub." He was slurring a little, his mouth not quite opening enough to let words out whole.

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artistdean
2015-05-26 06:40 pm UTC (link)

Dean couldn't help but be both charmed and reassured by the fact that Seamus was clearly half asleep. "True, but then I'd not manage to use mine before it goes off," he said softly. "Let's just take this before you end up actually burning your stomach," he said, plucking the mug off Seamus' stomach. If he was desperate for something warm Dean could charm him something that wasn't going to result in hot liquid everywhere.

"You nap," he said, smoothing Seamus' hair off his forehead. "I'll make soup for when you wake up." A sleeping Seamus was far easier than one awake and in pain or grumpy. Of course given the amount of sleep Seamus hadn't actually had in the last few days he'd probably need to wake him so he could eat, but that wasn't so much of a problem. Maybe if he managed that and Seamus was feeling better he could convince him to get in his bed. Which meant he might be wise to change the sheets. It always made him feel better after a bout of insomnia or restless sleep.

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