Feb 1, 2017
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teddy: what would happen if i just, like, downed seven five-hour energies. does that equal 35 hours of energy
teddy: i hope it equals 35 hours of energy
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teddy ✉️ open
teddy: what would happen if i just, like, downed seven five-hour energies. does that equal 35 hours of energy
teddy: i hope it equals 35 hours of energy
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Sam: If you need anything hmu, alright?
Sam: Anything.
Sam: You've been through a traumatic experience and need to rest
“---wait, how did you know it was me? Is it really that obvious?” James pouted and then ran his fingers through his curls. “It’s my hair, isn’t it? It’s always my bloody hair. Knew not taming it tonight would ruin everything.”
He’d been in this room for...days. He couldn’t recall how many. Most likely only a few, but they all blurred together. No visitors, no calls, no concern. It wasn’t like Evgeni had expected much more, but apparently the staff had. He could see the way the nurses looked at him, at how empty his room was, and he knew they pitied him. Some of them had made it a point to come in and check on him, just to give him someone to talk to. It was...nice, but it didn’t stop him from perking up every time footsteps approached his room, like maybe this time he’d see a familiar face.
He never did. Most of the time they just kept walking, and a few times they’d gotten the room confused with someone else’s. So this time, even though he sat up a bit straighter, he kept his head down, looking over at the doorway as best he could without turning his head. From what he could see of them, they definitely weren’t one of the nurses.
“I, um, think you have the wrong room.”Â
Briar was visiting some of her peers in the hospital; bringing things like sweet treats, balloons, stuffed plushes and anything else she could think of that would offer even the slightest bit of happiness to those injured. “Do you want some food or anything? I can get you that if you’re hungry”Â
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Charlie had spent the day in St Mungo’s offering around cookies to all the staff and students who seemed upset and stressed out. Even though he hadn’t been badly injured himself -- a few minor cuts and bruises from the debris -- he wanted to stick around to be a shoulder to cry on, even though the constant busyness and bustle of the hospital put him on edge.
After deciding he’d had enough and needed some space, he went to find an empty place to be in. But in his distraction, he bumped into someone, which sent the plate of cookies clattering to the floor. Sorry, he signed, mouthing the word at the same time, then looking down sadly at the cookies.
Beau Finnigan was a mess. Even he would admit that. But what he couldn’t admit was the possibility of letting go the only person he had ever loved. Lilah. Thanks to his inability to consider letting go, Beau discovered that if he took just enough drugs he would begin to hallucinate Lilah. He now lay in a heap hidden away on university grounds, bleeding out from his injuries from the obscurus attack; but none of that mattered because she was here with him. Her soft skin, her honey coloured brunette hair, her mesmerising smile...he could practically feel her touch and he didn’t plan on giving that up. Beau’s mumbling voice was the only thing that would make his presence known to anyone near but he was so far gone he didn’t even notice someone around.
“All the sh-shouting...The screams. M-Make it st-stop. M-Make it st-stop.”