“Thank god you’re breathing.”
Send my muse “Thank god you’re breathing.” for their reaction to waking up finding your muse has brought them back from near death. | Accepting
Teddy’s thin frame trembled as he drew his first breath after the spell slammed into his side. His eyes still squeezed shut, all he could hear was his ragged breathing, the thumping of his pulse in his ears, && the faint voice of his mother, whose hands held his head still.
The son of an Auror and a werewolf ( and a werewolf himself ), Teddy understood the world was a dangerous place. Intolerance and bigotry plagued society &&, sometimes, it spilled out into violence. Dark Wizards had attacked && torched the portion of Diagon Alley Teddy worked in and, caught off-guard, Teddy had been one of the first to fall in the attack.
Thankfully, he was one of the few who could get back up.
Delirious, Teddy laughed at first despite the pain it brought. He was all too familiar with pain, his monthly transformations leaving him with an incredibly high tolerance for it. He couldn’t even remember why he was in pain, just that he was.
“Fuck,” he breathed. Teeth gritted, he opened his eyes slightly - enough to make out the blurry figure beside him. “Mum?” He tried to turn towards her, but a sharp sensation in his right side stopped him. He hadn’t noticed his shirt was soaked with blood. “Did you... are you okay?”
