Tempest // Sebastian Sallow

Chapter 35

CW: some gory descriptions again, please take care ❤️

Sebastian travelled by Floo, thankful the Astronomy tower was empty and prayed and prayed to anyone who would listen that Rosie was in the Room of Requirement.

The door appeared and he staggered his way inside, trying really hard not to leave a trail of blood to give away the location of the room.

And just Sebastian's luck, Rosie was in the Room, though it was clear she wasn't expecting Sebastian there as she jumped at his sudden intrusion, then jumped again when she saw the dishevelled state of him.

Sebastian supposed he probably did look quite shocking.

Singed robes.

Blood all over his face and clothes.

Vomit down his uniform.

One shoe and sock missing.

Sock, in fact, not actually missing and tied around his arm to stem the bleeding from a deep gash he hadn't even bothered to look at yet.

Another chunk of flesh missing from his shoulder.

"Sebastian! What the fuck!" Rosie exclaimed, running over to him and immediately running her hands over him, struggling to take in just how bad he looked and where to start.

"It's fine. I'm fine." Sebastian tried desperately to reassure her.

But even he knew that was idiotic. He was clearly not fine.

Sebastian brushed her off and sat on the large lounge she'd been on when he arrived and untied the makeshift tourniquet he'd created, which had apparently done its job well as blood began to pour from the wound again.

Rosie watched Sebastian pale, more that he already had as the fresh blood began to pour down his arm.

"Sit still." She demanded, taking her wand out from her pocket and inspecting the wound quickly.

It was a clean cut but was so deep she could see the fat and muscle surrounding his bone.

"Fuck..." she muttered, shaking away the overwhelming the urge to start crying. She had to focus.

"Vulnera sanentur." She began to chant, dragging her wand up and down his arm from one end of the deep, deep cut to the other, watching as the fibers in his arm began to stitch themselves back together, muscles binding, skin closing and intertwining until all that was left was a large, red and angry looking scar.

Sebastian winced, flexing his fingers a little as he finally dared to look down at the wound his beautiful, talented and apparently very well-versed-in-healing girlfriend had fixed.

Without a word, she stood up and went to a drawer in a nearby desk and pulled out vials of green liquid, three to be precise, and carried them back to Sebastian, popping the cork on each and forcing each one down his throat, refusing to let him cough them back up.

"You need them." She cooed, stroking back his dried sweat and blood laden hair as a single tear fell from the corner of his eye.

She continued to work on him, healing the gash on his shoulder in the same manner and removing his torn clothing, leaving him in nothing but his underwear.

Once Rosie had thoroughly checked Sebastian over, ensuring there were no more cuts, gashes or deep set wounds, she climbed up next to him and tucked his head under her chin, pressing soft kisses to his hair, not caring that he tasted salty, like sweat.

"Are you okay? Will you tell me what happened?" Rosie asked softly.

Sebastian shook his head.

"No, you're not okay or no, you won't tell me what happened?" She mumbled against his chestnut locks.