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Oliver Wood (olliewood_) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

A hefty eye-roll followed Alicia's statement of keeping him benched for longer after what he claimed was a minor head injury. "Yeah, you would." He mutter begrudgingly. That was the problem with having a healer for a friend: they were too worried about silly things like 'what if you get dizzy' and 'your arm is still stiff, give it a rest for another week!'. They just didn't understand. How could they? They had no idea the pressures on a player to perform at peak levels at all times.

He still shivered though didn't feel cold, but every nerve in his body was alight with sensory, causing him to feel uncomfortable; that, and a wicked headache was starting to settle in, along with a dull sort of ache spreading slowly over him from deep inside his core.

"I'll walk! I have two legs." Oliver snapped back, tilting his chin down ever so slightly in a familiarly intimidating gesture. "It isn't like I can't use them." As the blanket draped around him he instinctively clutched at it with white knuckles. It felt warm and comfortable. His blue eyes glared at the use of his full name, and his lips formed a tight, thin line. He would have told her off, to leave him here and let the muggles sort him out... if he knew that was an actual option and not just a bluff. The real options were the last two.

Finally, after several intense seconds, Oliver dropped his gaze. "...Fine. But I'm going to walk with you, alright? No body bind or brace or anything." He said, standing slowly. His face twisted in pain, realizing just how much his leg hurt. "C'mon." If he was going to go to the hospital, at the very least Oliver would feel like it was his decision.