memory’s so treacherous
”I think the extent of my stretches right now is lying down,” Finn mutters, a flicker of a smile passing across his face. His tongue feels like sandpaper and his cheeks and chest are on fire with fever - he’s not doing cartwheels any time soon. ”Who would I tell?” he wonders, letting her manipulate him however she likes to try and help him to sit up. Finn is a mess - there’s no getting away from it - and in his brief lucidity he has the decency to feel bad that Tobi has to get so close to him. He doesn’t want to be close to himself right now.
Forcing in a deep breath, he nods and lets her count to three. Gritting his teeth and bracing against Tobi, Finn does manage to scrabble himself into propping up against the headboard. She’s right, though, and the dizziness that makes his vision swim and his stomach churn has him tilting his head against hers, eyes pressing shut. ”I don’t think I have ever been this sick,” he says, sounding worried.
Forcing in a deep breath, he nods and lets her count to three. Gritting his teeth and bracing against Tobi, Finn does manage to scrabble himself into propping up against the headboard. She’s right, though, and the dizziness that makes his vision swim and his stomach churn has him tilting his head against hers, eyes pressing shut. ”I don’t think I have ever been this sick,” he says, sounding worried.
one moment you’re lost in a carnival of delights
the next, it leads you somewhere you don’t want to go
FINN
