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tempting_the_fatesHe'd been thinking he needed to go see John, but putting it off longer and longer... Too long, it turned out, as he hung with his head out the open window, being sick into the sea. It was still open as he sat crumpled on the floor, a cup of water beside him and cold sweat sitting on his skin.
He just needed a moment to pull himself together, a few spells to clean himself up, then he could go find John. He could get a quick fix to get him through another week or so. ...But how long could this really go on? John's magic was a bandage, not a cure.
He heard someone approaching the door, and his arms trembled as he tried to pull himself up off the floor.
He just needed a moment to pull himself together, a few spells to clean himself up, then he could go find John. He could get a quick fix to get him through another week or so. ...But how long could this really go on? John's magic was a bandage, not a cure.
He heard someone approaching the door, and his arms trembled as he tried to pull himself up off the floor.
