blessed are the curious, for they shall have adventures
As time goes on it's her words that are the most uncomfortable, reminding Finn of all the worst parts of his life, and he clears his throat as he withdraws the water again, capping it and putting it back into his bag. "Like I said, you have nothing to apologise for. Hold on," he murmurs. With a pulse of willpower and his gaze quite firmly on the compass, Finn activates the power that resides within it. There's a dizzying flash, the majority of which will settle hard into the Spyglass's bones, and then they're gone.
The floor of Doctor Hart's clinic is cool and sterile, not that Finn really notices at first. He's busy emptying his stomach of its contents rather embarrassingly over one of the receptionist's shoes. Then there are hands everywhere, and gods if he weren't so nauseated he might just lash out. Alas he has no choice but to allow them to poke and prod and lift and touch, and the rest of his time bleeds away while his mind retreats into itself for safety.
Tobi is home, though. At least there is that.
~FIN
The floor of Doctor Hart's clinic is cool and sterile, not that Finn really notices at first. He's busy emptying his stomach of its contents rather embarrassingly over one of the receptionist's shoes. Then there are hands everywhere, and gods if he weren't so nauseated he might just lash out. Alas he has no choice but to allow them to poke and prod and lift and touch, and the rest of his time bleeds away while his mind retreats into itself for safety.
Tobi is home, though. At least there is that.
~FIN
FINN
