Word Count: 231
Rating: PG
Warnings: None
Authors Note: This is set in their sixth year. Established relationship.
Dean sat in the hospital wing next to Seamus's bed, holding the shorter boy's hand in his. There had been a particularly nasty explosion in potions class due to Seamus's aptitude for pyrotechnics, and he had been knocked unconcious when his head hit the ground. Dean had never thought that something this bad could happen to Seamus from his explosions, and all he wanted was for Seamus to wake up.
Madam Pomfrey had said that he had an awful concussion, and that when he woke up he'd have a terrible headache and wouldn't be able to function properly. But Dean didn't care how loopy his boyfriend would be when he finally awoke, he just cared that he did. He hated seeing Seamus like this, pale as a ghost with a giant bump on his head and cuts all on his face. Seeing him hurt was like a stab to the heart.
Dean leaned down and pressed a kiss to Seamus's forehead, shutting his eyes closed as he did so. He had to figure out a way to protect Shay from these silly explosions that sometimes ended in laughter and sometimes in pain. He never wanted to have to sit next to Seamus like this again, the worry ate him alive, and while Madam Pomfrey had told him that he'd be fine in the long run, he couldn't help but be nervous.