October
when the night has been too lonely
and the road has been too long
and the road has been too long
You're on your feet instantly. Finn has slept for a solid day and a half now. For the most part he was silent and almost peaceful looking. You'd considered waking him for food, but other than his delirious walks to the bathroom and back, you've mostly let him be thinking perhaps his body knew what it was doing. When he started sweating again you'd done your best to keep him bundled up, but hoping that it might help his fever break, you let him fight through it. Whether or not this was a mistake you've yet to uncover, but now that he's awake perhaps you might get some answers.
At this side only moments later, your hands are on his cheeks to still his flailing. "Finn, it's me. You're at home, in bed. Everything is alright." You say in a soft and reassuring voice.
At this side only moments later, your hands are on his cheeks to still his flailing. "Finn, it's me. You're at home, in bed. Everything is alright." You say in a soft and reassuring voice.
and you think that love is only
for the lucky and the strong
for the lucky and the strong
