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Oliver Wood (olliewood_) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

The light pierced his eyes and stung his brain, causing Oliver to instinctively pull his head away. "Fucking hell don't do that!" He didn't mean to yell at Alicia, but it hurt. The world was already too bright to begin with, but the direct burst of light was beyond his threshold. "Yeah, a year ago." His eyes opened slowly again, still dilated. "It didn't take me long to get back to playing, either."

The pushing of his skin made Oliver growl with pain, followed by a deep, guttural yelp. "Alicia, leave it alone!" He wanted to push her away and walk off. He felt confident enough he could just apparate out of the city, back to his flat and go to bed. He'd been hit by bludgers, taken Beater bats to every part of his body, fallen off his broom, and survived dozens of injuries while managing to bounce back almost immediately. Despite her gentle touch she had a surprisingly strong grip on his head, keeping him from moving too much. The snarling grumbles eventually subsided as Alicia continued her quick work. Now the gash simply throbbed and felt as though there was too much pressure resting on the wound.

"No one is taking me to a muggle hospital." Oliver frowned, locking eyes with Alicia. "I can get home myself." Suddenly he felt a rush go through him, and he shivered. It wasn't cold outside, and he felt comfortable enough temperature wise, but the shaking became more pronounced. "I don't want to leave, they need me." His voice was surprisingly soft, almost desperate while continuing to shake like a leaf. The bench felt comfortable, and his legs simply seemed too tired to really want to move. I should get up and help these people, then I'll take a nap.