Re: Oliver and Terence
Okay. So he was in agony. But he was certainly still alert enough to, a) be aware of it, b) be happy about Puddlemere's victory, and c) hear Oliver's tearful approach, right alongside his usual Scottish gobbledygoop-- only, more slurred this time, resulting half from his panic, and half from how foggy Terence was feeling.
So that had been a terrible fall. But Oliver could not fault him for his spectacular catch, that was for certain. Now, if only he could focus--
Of course, that was precisely when he felt himself roll-- more, more blinding agony, which was so delightful-- just far enough to where he could heave the contents of his stomach onto the ground.
Lovely.
Feeling them finally start to get him some relief-- Merlin bless anesthetic charms, bloody fucking hell-- Terence let out a soft laugh, grinning stupidly as he looked up from his spot on the ground at a rather fuzzy-looking, upside-down Oliver. "I did, though, didn't I?"