Things are exceptionally bad right now. Bad enough that I can't even explain to others how bad it is for fear of seeing those looks on their faces
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He catches her asleep on the desk. His hair is at all angles and he's pretty much asleep but he goes over to her, a yawn falling from his mouth as he carefully moves her from where she sits. She doesn't wake but he isn't really surprised and he notes the heat of her body as he carries her to the couch, but he's gotten used to it now from Caz so he simply takes it how it is - the cravings.
He places her carefully onto the sofa and reaches for one of the blankets that hang off the side, draping it over her. He'd take her to his bed or to hers, but there was no use in waking anyone else and he'd be up for a bit now anyway. The concern when they were like this never goes away. He runs a hand through his hair, before bending his head and dropping a light kiss to her temple, trying to ignore the sweat there and the stirrings of worry in his stomach and his chest.
He pulls up the chair that she'd been sitting on and his eyes catch the writing on the page, and as he reads the twist in his stomach gets worse, to the point of feeling sick and he shakes his head.
"Becca... you need to tell people about this." He murmured almost underneath his breath.
She wasn't sure when she'd woken, not really, just that when she did, Sweep was close and the look on his face made immediate tears rise up in her eyes. "I'm sorry," she said softly, knowing he must know. "It hurts, Sweep," she murmured, her voice dry and cracking, though her eyes were more than wet now, tears falling from the corners and almost into her ears. "Everything fucking hurts."
At her apology he pressed a finger to her lips to shush her - she didn't have anything to apologise to him for, nothing at all. "I know baby," he murmured, and on some level he DID know, both with Caz and his own withdrawals though it had been a long time for the latter. He sat on the sofa next to her, fitting his body with hers and offering her the chance to curl up with him if she needed to and how many times had he done this with Caz when things had gotten too much? Too many to count.
She shook almost violently, curling close to him. "You don't need this shit. You and Steph have dealt with enough... you don't need my shit on top of everything else." Her body was trying to draw in on itself and it fucking hurt. "Where's my wand?" she said in a small voice, not even able to reach around to find it. She needed her wand to be able to accio potions. Fuck. "Hurts."
He wrapped his arms tightly around her as she curled up to him, pressing another kiss to her temple; "Sweetheart? We love you, we love Caz, we'll help you and go through it as much as we can with you, it's not shit, it's life, and we really don't mind, so be quiet." He stroked her hair slowly, trying to get her to calm a little bit. Looking around for her wand he spotted it on the table and reached for it with great difficulty until he finally had it in his hand and giving it to her.
"I know," she said softly, burying her face in his neck. "It just hurts to know you have to worry. I hate worrying people." She shook again, fevered and emotional all at once. She took her wand gratefully, accio-ing one of the strongest potions and drinking it down with a grimace.
"Don't worry yourself, Becca. Please, it's okay," he said softly, stroking her hair softly, willing energy from his body to hers hoping in some part to try and help though he didn't really know what to do. He stayed quiet as she drunk her potion down and winced as she did.
She felt miserable and pathetic, to be honest. Pathetic enough that once she had the potion taken, she buried her face back in his neck and let tears fall. She's almost perfected the art of crying without sound, but she knew he'd feel the teardrops as they hit his skin. She hated that, but she couldn't stop. Not with as bad as she felt about everything.
He held her whilst he cried, feeling utterly helpless but he knew he had to stay strong for her, had to stay strong for Steph and for Caz and he could because he had been so many times in the past. "Shhhhh, Becca," he mumbled, rocking her slowly from side to side.
"m'sorry," she murmured, the rocking soothing her completely. "Sweep... I think I'm falling apart." She half-laughed, though she was completely serious.
"Shhh, sleep now" he murmured again, continuing to rock her slowing. He knew full well she was, but he was too - for Caz and for her but he needed to stay strong for everyone, because if he didn't who else would? He couldn't break down now, not when they needed him, he'd save that for later when he was on his own and no one could hear him - no use in making anyone worse.
He places her carefully onto the sofa and reaches for one of the blankets that hang off the side, draping it over her. He'd take her to his bed or to hers, but there was no use in waking anyone else and he'd be up for a bit now anyway. The concern when they were like this never goes away. He runs a hand through his hair, before bending his head and dropping a light kiss to her temple, trying to ignore the sweat there and the stirrings of worry in his stomach and his chest.
He pulls up the chair that she'd been sitting on and his eyes catch the writing on the page, and as he reads the twist in his stomach gets worse, to the point of feeling sick and he shakes his head.
"Becca... you need to tell people about this." He murmured almost underneath his breath.
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