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With the fear, the excitement, the adrenaline, and the worry, the desire to throw up was the strongest emotion Evangeline currently possessed. She scratch on her arm was burning, she was pretty sure she had a fever, and her head was pounding like there were a thousand nargles in there, desperate to beat their way out of her skull. She pushed through the discomfort and the crowds of people to find a particular boy in particular. If she felt like this, she could only imagine how Damien felt.
Ah, and she found him, right as he volunteered his crippled self to try and save some people. "No, you don't," she urged as she walked up behind him, her good arm looping into his for support. "You'll get yourself killed." He couldn't RUN, let alone walk very far. Dumb Gryffindor.
Wait, was that Benzi? ALSO signing up to get himself killed?
No, you don't.
Damien almost wondered if somehow or another Evie had begun to sense when he was having bad ideas, it certainly seemed that why to the young man, how else did the lanky black girl always end up at his side, ready to drag him away? Damien peered at her carefully before answering, she looked pale and sickly, in other words, she looked the way he felt. "I have to do something, I can't just sit back." He said, turning a little to face her.
It was strange. In this moment she reminded him of a lot of people, Amelia, Rorie, even in a weird way, Barton. Evie was looking out for him just the way they all did and in this moment he was filled with affection and fondness for her. Damien hugged her tight, arms wrapping around her small waist, bringing her close to him. "I'll be okay, but I'm overdue for a spot of good luck." He said, tugging lightly on a strand of her black hair, arms still around her.
Finally he pulled back. "You're not okay, you need a healer." Of course, Damien was one to talk, but he could deal with his injury, he was a
man.
Or at least he was pretending to be one.