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erniedtmac (erniedtmac) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

The kettle boiled quickly enough and Ernie went to sit at the desk by the patio door. He tried to distract himself with some leftover paperwork he'd brought home, working his way through it as he sipped. Every now and then, he would look up and check on Theodore. He was worried about how guarded his friend looked even in sleep, but hopefully a little time and rest would do wonders.

His own eyes had been fluttering with delayed sleep when he was disturbed by moving sounds coming from the bed. He immediately rose up and climbed up to the bed, seeing something that looked like some sort of seizure. He cast a spell to see what in Merlin's name was happening, but it wasn't anything physical or magical. The next thing he knew, Theodore was screaming and Ernie's heart broke for him.

"Theo, it's me," he said softly, moving to sit on the bed. He reached out but didn't quite touch his friend, afraid of startling him too much and provoking a negative response. "It's Ernie, your friend. Please, answer me, please?"