His father's alarm heightened his own and Theo abruptly stopped trickling the substance into his brother's mouth to watch him carefully. He seemed to be swallowing just about, or so it seemed. If only he'd trained as a healer instead of an auror! Or not, on second thought that might mean he'd have tried to save him on his own and he doubted he'd do as good a job as his father and even then Lou might still die. It was probably a very good thing he hadn't been a healer, if only for the sake of Lou's life. Now, if he'd gone into the Department of Magical Transport perhaps he'd have brushed up on his side-long apparation skills and avoided the entire debacle. Not that there was any good focusing on ifs and maybes and other hypotheticals.
"I'm so sorry, Lou, I'm so sorry!" he heard himself whining. Who knew if his brother could even hear him? He hoped he wasn't in pain at least now, he was hesitant to give him anymore laudanum in case, as his father had warned, it was too much and he killed him that way instead. Pain was better than death. He seemed pretty still at least? Theo wasn't sure how long it took for the stuff to work, if he'd ever been given laudanum he hadn't paid much attention to how much he'd needed. "Don't die on me, okay? Promise me you won't die on me again, I just found you again and we haven't even caught up properly yet, we've got all sorts of things we have to do, like- Like broom race each other and- And see a quidditch match together and things that brothers are supposed to do together." His eyes felt warm and scratchy but he ignored it. "Perhaps you could even teach me to apparate better, what do you think?"
"I'm so sorry, Lou, I'm so sorry!" he heard himself whining. Who knew if his brother could even hear him? He hoped he wasn't in pain at least now, he was hesitant to give him anymore laudanum in case, as his father had warned, it was too much and he killed him that way instead. Pain was better than death. He seemed pretty still at least? Theo wasn't sure how long it took for the stuff to work, if he'd ever been given laudanum he hadn't paid much attention to how much he'd needed. "Don't die on me, okay? Promise me you won't die on me again, I just found you again and we haven't even caught up properly yet, we've got all sorts of things we have to do, like- Like broom race each other and- And see a quidditch match together and things that brothers are supposed to do together." His eyes felt warm and scratchy but he ignored it. "Perhaps you could even teach me to apparate better, what do you think?"
