memory’s so treacherous
”Don’t be. If only Cian reacted the way you do when I tell him this sort of thing,” Finn assures her, already feeling better from laying down. His eyes are trying to grow heavy even before she tells him to close his eyes, something that happens almost without his permission. ”It was before,” he assures her with a lopsided smirk - Falke is thorough and efficient, and would have known something was wrong without having to speak to him, if he’d been injured.
But now she’s working her magic (and if only he knew how right he was about that), and whilst her hands on him feels like she’s grinding into his bones, the pain doesn’t last long. In fact, it fades entirely, and Finn takes a full and deep breath for the first time in what feels like weeks. ”I don’t think I could open them if I tried,” he says of keeping his eyes closed, though when she gives the go head he does blink blearily up at her. ”So, Doctor, do you think I’m going to live?”
But now she’s working her magic (and if only he knew how right he was about that), and whilst her hands on him feels like she’s grinding into his bones, the pain doesn’t last long. In fact, it fades entirely, and Finn takes a full and deep breath for the first time in what feels like weeks. ”I don’t think I could open them if I tried,” he says of keeping his eyes closed, though when she gives the go head he does blink blearily up at her. ”So, Doctor, do you think I’m going to live?”
one moment you’re lost in a carnival of delights
the next, it leads you somewhere you don’t want to go
FINN
