surelyseamus (surelyseamus) wrote in plagued_logs, @ 2015-12-01 10:48:00 |
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Entry tags: | 1998 november, dean thomas, seamus finnigan |
Who: Seamus Finnigan and Dean Thomas
What: Best friends means...
Where: The hospital wing
When: Monday afternoon
Rating: Middling?
"Shay?"
He knew that voice. He'd never forget that voice. One of two that meant the world to him.
Though he lacked the strength to get up and throw his arms around his best friend like he normally would after any long time apart, Seamus did have enough to drag himself from the fitful slumber he had fallen into and he opened his eyes. Even under torture and torment, Seamus had refused to believe Dean would ever sell him out. Loyal through and through. If Dean was here, Alecto most certainly was not.
For a moment it was nice just to pretend nothing had happened, and everything was normal. Even though he could barely lift his arms, and his skin was bruise and marked, and his features were sunken and tired. He was ok. He gave his friend a pained smile, "Hey Deano-"