[Harry is sitting slumped on the bed in Axel's room. He still has blood spattered over him, covering his hands, and his eyes are burning as angrily as his meagre energy levels will allow. The infected burns on his back and shoulders are swollen and weeping in patches, he has vomit stains on his jeans and his face is sallow and ill, but he is still ( Read more... )

[Harry is sitting stiffly in a chair in the living room of Cabin 7, as little of his skin touching it as possible. His skin is raw and peeling, blistered in places, and he's clearly in a lot of pain, as well as being exhausted and altogether pretty pitiful]

Ok. Two things, yeah? Just two.

One, don't bother going to the store. It's empty. Not just ( Read more... )

[Harry's sitting on the grass in nothing but a pair of rolled-up jeans, sweating like a pig and examining his feet with a grimace.]

Just a little ...reminder? Bit of advice?

If you're gonna go outside, make sure your feet are covered, or, failing that, at least stick to the grass. All the earth and rock's really absorbed a lot of heat, and it hurts ( Read more... )