Aodh McCarthy

Violette looked up when he stumbled. “It was still good though,” she commented. “I mean at least you’re getting there.”

“Yeah, I guess.” Aodh leaned against the wall, rubbing his thigh. “I feel like it’s taking too long.”

Lo nodded and walked to the kitchen, grabbed herself some tea, and Aodh some water. She handed it to him when she got back into the room. “How long do you think it’ll take before Violette comes in here to try and force us out?”

Aodh took the water. “Thanks.” He smiled at her question. “I give it a few hours. Once she gets back from work, she can’t pester us from the studio.”

“I feel like this was all my fault,” she said, sadly, “what happened.”

“How? We both agreed to this, Fionnuala. It is in no way your fault.”

“Yes you can, you just don’t want to,” Violette replied. “Please? Just like go to the cafe, get a hot chocolate, and go back home. If you completely hate it, you can hate me for like a week or something.”

“You’re right. I don’t want to, either.” Aodh grumbled. He pulled the blanket further up to his chin with a grunt. “Can’t we just have hot chocolate here?”

“I meant non-alcoholic,” Lo replied. “Like tea? Or water?”

“Oh. Duh, of course, you did.” Aodh turned slightly in bed. “Water would be nice. Thanks.”

“Then we’ll use the floo,” she replied. “Honestly, I don’t think I’ll ever let you in a car again.”

“Ow. That sounds worse.” Aodh made a face. “Please don’t, I think we might actually die if either one of us gets in a car again. I really don’t want that to happen.”

Landon had been reading on the couch (he’d been trying his hardest to stay out of his room lately) when he heard Aodh’s voice through the door and the soft knock. “One second.” He called to him as he made his way to the door. When he opened it and saw his boyfriend’s face, he knew something was wrong, “Aodh? What’s wrong?”

Aodh nearly crumbled to pieces when he saw Landon. “I just...everything.” He hated the pain he felt, he hated the fact that it consumed him to the point where he could barely breathe anymore. He pressed his palms to his hands to stop the tears that began to well up in his eyes. “I don’t want to go home.”

Finn let out a small laugh. “It always them speeding a lot, huh?” she questioned. Finn looked at him. “We can just apparate everywhere. Much easier.”

“Yeah, from what I’ve seen it’s always them.” Aodh shook his head. “Any sane healer will tell me not to apparate til my leg is healed and Godric knows how long that will take.”

“Come on Aodh, getting out the house should be good for you. Let’s get you a change of scenery yeah?”

“My leg still hurts.” Aodh argued. He wasn’t entirely lying, though the healer gave him a potion to help with the healing, it still ached. But nowhere nearly bad enough to warrant him staying in bed all day. “I can’t go out.”

“I’ll tell Violette and grab my computer so we can search,” she replied. “I’ll tell her I’ll go one day. I just don’t want to deal with seeing Micah today. Do you want something to drink, or anything while I’m up?”

“Ugh, Micah. Tell him to come here so he can cut my leg off and I can hit him with it for making you hurt. It’s a win-win-win.” Aodh grumbled. “I can’t drink with my potion, the healer says it’ll make me ill.”