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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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artistdean
2015-07-06 06:55 pm UTC (link)

Dean took in a deep breath and sighed it out again at Seamus' unfinished sentence. "I know, man, I know," he said, and nudged Seamus slightly. It was the best and worst time of year to rehash the sort of thoughts he was pretty sure were circling Seamus' head. "Glad I convinced you though. This time of year aside I'm doing well," he said and smiled. "C'mon then," he said, taking Seamus bowl back and standing to offer him a hand up. "I'm probably going to stay around. Although I might go see how Dominic's getting on downstairs at some point."

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openbottle
2015-07-07 04:12 pm UTC (link)

Seamus let Dean help him to his feet and leaned against him in a lazy approximation of a hug, more for comfort than actual support. "You're great," he insisted. "I just wish you didn't have to be." He sighed again and moved towards the bed, his fingers wrapped around Dean's wrist to drag him along for the ride. He didn't really need help, but the company was nice.

"You don't have to," he said, pushing his jeans down and stepping out of them before climbing into the bed and under the covers. "Got better things to do than watch me sleep, I'm sure." He covered a conveniently-timed yawn with one hand. He'd probably be out for a while and he wasn't expecting Dean to hang around.

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artistdean
2015-07-07 07:11 pm UTC (link)

"I'm you friend, you're not wishing that away," he admonished, returning the semi-hug. "And friends look after each other when they're sick. Especially when their families can't." He didn't protest at Seamus dragging him along to his room, although he could possibly have done without that particular visual in his mind. It was likely going to be a feature of his dreams now, and frankly his mind hadn't needed the prompting. And Seamus was feeling ill, it really wasn't an association he wanted.

Thankfully Seamus had dropped his wrist in order to strip so Dean could look away without making it obvious. As Seamus crawled into bed he looked around to see if there was anything else he needed and summoned a glass of water. Couldn't hurt to have that on hand, so he set it by the bed just in case. "I'm not being creepy and watching you sleep. I'm going to read or draw and do the washing up, and like I said I can go help Dominic." What he wasn't saying was that he didn't want to leave while Seamus still wasn't at his best. He wouldn't stay the night, but he wanted to be around when Seamus surfaced again for his own peace of mind. To know that he really was better. "Plus the bonus of my job is that I can do legitimate work from pretty much anywhere, or even just say the muse isn't talking to me and do nothing for the day," he said. He'd lowered his voice slightly, hoping Seamus would start to drift off again.

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Complete?

openbottle
2015-07-09 11:15 am UTC (link)

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.

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