"Fuck," I exhale as he clutches at his chest, "No, you're not." I scramble upright and look around for my wand, finally spying it on my bedstand. I grab it and point it at him.
"Get well soon!" I cast, trying to quell the thunder of my own racing heart. Baz can't be ill. He can't leave me here on my own.
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Date: 2015-11-27 06:35 am (UTC)"Get well soon!" I cast, trying to quell the thunder of my own racing heart. Baz can't be ill. He can't leave me here on my own.