Uncomfortable Truths - - (Drarry Fanfiction)

Chapter Fifty-Two - Hurt

Seamus woke to the sound of his shower. He's in his room but he's not in his bed. He's in Harry's bed. He hurts, everything hurts, none of it as bad as how much his heart hurts. His heart is broken, but his body, it's not doing much better. It hurts to breathe. That can't be good. He needs to get up, he needs to see why it hurts. He can hear the shower turn off. He'll wait, he'll pretend to sleep. He always sleeps in; Theo always gets up early to go running. Will he go running today? He needs Theo to go running; he needs to get someone to help him. It hurts so much, just trying to sit up hurt. He can wait, he can pretend to sleep.

"Morning baby." Theo crawls on the bed to kiss his head. "I think you broke my wrist, Love."

"Hmmm." Seamus pretends to wake, "Morning Teddy."

"I'm going to see if Greg can fix this. You stay here and sleep. I'll come back and get you for breakfast."

"Not running today?" Seamus asks sleepily.

"Baby, you broke my wrist." Theo moves some hair from Seamus's head.

"Sorry, Teddy." Seamus buries his face in his pillow. "Didn't mean to."

"I know baby, I know. Try to get more sleep. I love you."

"I love you, Teddy."

"I'm locking this door." Theo turns to leave, "I don't want Potter walking in while you're not decent."

"Don't, please." Seamus smiles, "He'll be confused, it's better if I talk to him before you get back. You know how he gets."

"He can't have you, Seamus. You're mine, we've talked about this."

"I don't want him. I never wanted him, you know that, it's only you Teddy, forever."

"I mean it. He can't have you. Draco can't have you. No one, you're mine."

"I never wanted them, either of them. It was a mistake. We were drunk, just like you and Susie."

"I love you Sea, more than anything in this world."

"I know Teddy. Go get fixed up, what use are you to me with a broken wrist." Seamus winks, blowing a kiss.

He needs him to leave. He can't do this; he shouldn't get anyone else involved. It's too dangerous; but also fuck him. He thinks he can treat me like that. He won't get help from Draco or Harry. He won't tell any of the Professors. He told him last night what would happen if he did, and he believes him. He turns over on the bed, there's drops of blood and other bodily fluids on the sheets. Theo wouldn't let him clean up, not that he was in any shape to perform the easiest of spells. He's not sure he is now, but he'll need to try. It's early, no one's up yet. The halls are quiet enough he can hear Theo knocking on Greg's door, as soon as it's shut, he'll need to perform one spell. Thankfully he didn't take my wand. Shit, they're arguing. Please Greg, just let him in. Fix his wrist, give me time. Almost as if Greg could hear his thoughts the door shuts.

"Expecto patronum." Seamus whispers, it hurts to talk, it hurts to breathe. He did all his play acting for Theo. Wispy silver smoke escapes his wand. He needs a happy thought. Why is this stupid spell that's so important linked to happy thoughts. What is his happy thought. He needs a happy thought. He's running out of time; healing doesn't take that long. Hopefully Greg stalls for him.

"Expecto patronum." He tries again. This time finding a better memory. It's stupid, it's a stupid memory but it works, meeting Dean on the train their first year. His fox runs out of his room. Hopefully he'll come.

He tries sitting up again. He hurts, but he's able to push himself to sit against the headboard. There's a bruise taking up most of the left side of his torso, no wonder it hurts to breathe. He starts pressing on the bruise, the pain is strong enough to leave black dots in front of his eyes. He's going to pass out, he can't pass out. He needs to be awake for when he gets here or for when Theo gets back. Either way, he can't pass out. Slow breaths, he needs slow shallow breaths.