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Theodore Nott (nottfinished) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

It felt like hours and days before Charlie came back. Theo's mind played tricks on him, tugging at his sleepy mind in disorienting shapes, shadows and swirls. His feet itched where the blood ran down his soles to his heel and off, leaving arcs of muddy red on the carpet that he'd feel bad about when he realised where they'd come from.

In the moments between Charlie leaving and coming back Theo had almost forgotten where he was and that he wasn't dreaming. He jumped when Charlie's voice rang out down the corridor and snapped back to the version of reality that he usually lived in. He nodded and moved to pull himself back up onto his ruined feet as Charlie came closer. "Yeah, I'm okay, I'm sorry." he said in one breath as he stood, most of his slight weight back against the plaster. "I couldn't stand anymore. I'm okay though, don't worry." he tried to reassure, giving Charlie a slightly stark smile.