120. Seb
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He couldn’t stop shaking.
He heard the noise, couldn’t stop hearing the noise of Braithwhite’s body breaking against the library steps four stories below.
He slid in and out of consciousness, hiding just under the surface of oblivion so that he wouldn’t have to remember later. It wasn’t hard. He didn’t even have to try, because his body kept trying to die and Magic kept it from succeeding.
Even now, wrapped up and bandaged in gauze and blankets, under the gaze of the doctors and healers, and Dr. Metcalf, and Professor Chant, who’d been the first on the scene, he couldn’t stop.
They gave him IVs and cocoa laced with spells. They put him to sleep because awake, he trembled so viciously his jaw locked, and the tears kept coming, and coming, and they wouldn’t stop.