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Shit like this landed me here— he mumbles, and yet, seconds later they’re there, both laying in the hospital bed, sharing cake
Titties and Guinness….yeah. Yeah that sounds very nice — he nods, pulling his blankets closer to him— but fluffy titties and a pint, I can take one last bludger to the head after that in peace
—That’s a lie— he mumbles— tits are nice. Man tits too. Titties— he giggles, victim of the massive amount of sedatives being pumped into his body— I don’t know…chocolate ?
— broken— he whispers, giving him an empty look— magic is doings its thing though, so I should be up and playing in a few weeks, that’s what the medical team hopes at least. For now? I can’t move around too much.
He is quite the sight, full of bruises, some tubes and, of course, wounds
— Yeah, the nurses said she was likely to die this week— he manages to croak out, a grunt of agony leaving his lips as he sits up, almost grinning at the mention of his teammate— i know, he brought me in
And the wall is not of bad quality, it truly is brick. And still, they both break through it, making him let go just to scream in pain.
His back is already injured, and running through a wall with it first does not make it better at all.
And yet, bloodied as he is, +
