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Everything hurt. Each breath in felt like there was a concrete slab on his chest that had a piece of white hot rebar imbedded in his chest. He was fairly certain he should be dead but he was also fairly certain that being dead shouldn't hurt this much. Maybe he was in hell? He'd sure as fuck deserve it after what he did; Heather, her parents, Max and her friends. Yeah, he's definitely in hell and this is his punishment for all those people he'd killed.
It's the beeping, somewhat steady but maybe... slower than it should be? And the weird hissing sound beside him that make him question if this is really hell. And, as if focusing on it was the key, he's suddenly thrust into consciousness and the pain seems to increase tenfold and he gasps for breath. He can't move his arms properly and the rest of his body doesn't seem to want to cooperate either.
Panic sets in and Billy hears the beeping beside him speed up as he feels his heart jackrabbit in his chest.
He wrenches his eyes open and is met with a white ceiling and immediately recognises it as a hospital and holy shit, not hell then but maybe hell wouldn't be so awful. His eyes burn with tears and a sob tears out of him, causing his throat to burn with the intensity of it. He tries to call for help but words won't form and holy fuck, is he going to die here? Did he survive the monster only to die in a hospital? That's some bullshit.
Billy feels a hand on his own where it's laid out on the bed and he grasps for it with all the desperation of a dying man.
It's the beeping, somewhat steady but maybe... slower than it should be? And the weird hissing sound beside him that make him question if this is really hell. And, as if focusing on it was the key, he's suddenly thrust into consciousness and the pain seems to increase tenfold and he gasps for breath. He can't move his arms properly and the rest of his body doesn't seem to want to cooperate either.
Panic sets in and Billy hears the beeping beside him speed up as he feels his heart jackrabbit in his chest.
He wrenches his eyes open and is met with a white ceiling and immediately recognises it as a hospital and holy shit, not hell then but maybe hell wouldn't be so awful. His eyes burn with tears and a sob tears out of him, causing his throat to burn with the intensity of it. He tries to call for help but words won't form and holy fuck, is he going to die here? Did he survive the monster only to die in a hospital? That's some bullshit.
Billy feels a hand on his own where it's laid out on the bed and he grasps for it with all the desperation of a dying man.
Eddie hates hospitals. He always has, from the time he had been little, dragged by the down impossibly long hallways that smelled funny to see his dying mother. All things considered he didn't need to be here now. He and Billy weren't technically anything, weren't any more than classmates. Except they were so much more than that, and he absolutely did need to be here. And so Eddie had skulked down those too sterile hallways filled to the brim with machines that beeped and buzzed without any pattern he could understand.
The journey from hospital lobby to Billy's room seemed to stretch out into forever, and he used that time to fret, worry, and fume, just a little. Because he didn't like being kept the in the dark, hated having to pretend that he didn't know he was being lied to. Billy had his secrets, he had known that from the beginning. Eddie was one of those secrets, really, so it shouldn't have surprised him to be shuffled in amongst the rest of them.
What should matter is that Billy is alive, he has to be, because Eddie's been directed to a room instead of the morgue. He repeats it over and over to himself like a mantra, as though if he stops repeating it then it might no longer be true. The sight of Billy, unconscious and hooked up to god knows what, it makes whatever anger had been twisting up inside him momentarily subside, replaced by a hopelessly pathetic sadness. How could he ever be angry when Billy was apparently fluttering between the lines of life and death?
So Eddie takes up post at his bedside, grasps at his hand as though he is another cog in the machine that is keeping Billy alive. When Billy suddenly gasps to life, Eddie nearly jumps out of his own skin, his grip on the other's hand going white knuckled and desperate.
"Hey, hey, Billy--" He tries to force down the part of him that is scared and frantic, to be something solid for Billy to cling to as he emerges back into reality. "You're okay, I'm right here. You're okay."
Okay, ha. What a joke. None of this okay, but Eddie says it anyway. He needs to believe that it's true.
The journey from hospital lobby to Billy's room seemed to stretch out into forever, and he used that time to fret, worry, and fume, just a little. Because he didn't like being kept the in the dark, hated having to pretend that he didn't know he was being lied to. Billy had his secrets, he had known that from the beginning. Eddie was one of those secrets, really, so it shouldn't have surprised him to be shuffled in amongst the rest of them.
What should matter is that Billy is alive, he has to be, because Eddie's been directed to a room instead of the morgue. He repeats it over and over to himself like a mantra, as though if he stops repeating it then it might no longer be true. The sight of Billy, unconscious and hooked up to god knows what, it makes whatever anger had been twisting up inside him momentarily subside, replaced by a hopelessly pathetic sadness. How could he ever be angry when Billy was apparently fluttering between the lines of life and death?
So Eddie takes up post at his bedside, grasps at his hand as though he is another cog in the machine that is keeping Billy alive. When Billy suddenly gasps to life, Eddie nearly jumps out of his own skin, his grip on the other's hand going white knuckled and desperate.
"Hey, hey, Billy--" He tries to force down the part of him that is scared and frantic, to be something solid for Billy to cling to as he emerges back into reality. "You're okay, I'm right here. You're okay."
Okay, ha. What a joke. None of this okay, but Eddie says it anyway. He needs to believe that it's true.
He can't breathe. He can't breathe and he can't make himself form words and everything hurts and fuck he wishes that thing had just killed him because it can't have been worse than this, being dead and buried and forgotten about.
All he can do is squeeze the hand in his own -Eddie's. It's Eddie's. He knows that voice. Has it memorised and kept in a little box in his brain that holds the things that are his. That his old man can't take from him- and he tries to form Eddie's name but his throat hurts too fucking much and he realises it's probably more from the pool chemicals he'd consumed than any tubes they'd used to keep him alive.
He's not okay. He's so fucking far from okay. But Eddie is right there and that makes the not-okay a little less terrifying. Panicked, terrified blue eyes find the metalhead and Billy squeezes his hand as hard as he can and tries to tell him it hurts. If he knows then maybe he can help? Billy just needs help.
All he can do is squeeze the hand in his own -Eddie's. It's Eddie's. He knows that voice. Has it memorised and kept in a little box in his brain that holds the things that are his. That his old man can't take from him- and he tries to form Eddie's name but his throat hurts too fucking much and he realises it's probably more from the pool chemicals he'd consumed than any tubes they'd used to keep him alive.
He's not okay. He's so fucking far from okay. But Eddie is right there and that makes the not-okay a little less terrifying. Panicked, terrified blue eyes find the metalhead and Billy squeezes his hand as hard as he can and tries to tell him it hurts. If he knows then maybe he can help? Billy just needs help.
Eddie is on his feet within seconds, trying to ignore the fact that there's nothing he can. None of the machines that Billy is hooked up to are sending off alarms, and for as frightening as this is, that must mean something good. Or if not good, it means that things are "normal", that Billy's heart is pumping close to the way it's meant to, that his vital signs are all indicative of someone that is alive. They have time, time before anyone might come rushing in to interrupt this moment.
"I'm right here." He hunches over Billy, keeping a tight grip on his hand as Eddie presses their foreheads together. It makes him feel more helpless than ever, so pathetically unable to make any positive change to his condition. "You're alive and I'm right here." Eddie's own heartbeat is running wild within him, his pulse pounding as he tries to connect together some sentence that will make things alright.
"Breathe, c'mon, just try and think about breathing," Eddie wants to tell him to relax, but knows well enough telling anyone freaking out to relax never ends well. But that's the reaction he's trying to steer Billy towards, to somehow coax him down before it's enough to set off the machines. "In and out, you've got this. Just breathe for a moment, you've got this."
"I'm right here." He hunches over Billy, keeping a tight grip on his hand as Eddie presses their foreheads together. It makes him feel more helpless than ever, so pathetically unable to make any positive change to his condition. "You're alive and I'm right here." Eddie's own heartbeat is running wild within him, his pulse pounding as he tries to connect together some sentence that will make things alright.
"Breathe, c'mon, just try and think about breathing," Eddie wants to tell him to relax, but knows well enough telling anyone freaking out to relax never ends well. But that's the reaction he's trying to steer Billy towards, to somehow coax him down before it's enough to set off the machines. "In and out, you've got this. Just breathe for a moment, you've got this."
With Eddie's face so close to his and his warm breath on Billy's face, it gives him something to focus on and he tries. He tries so fucking hard to match his breathing to Eddie's but it's too shallow to really do much because breathing too deeply increases that pressure and it hurts.
It feels like hours but it's only been seconds, maybe a minute, when he's finally able to say,
"hurts," on a gasp so quiet Eddie would only be able to hear because he's so damn close and Billy really doesn't want him out of his personal space but he needs something, anything to make the pain stop, to release the pressure on his chest and make it possible for him to drag air into his lungs.
It feels like hours but it's only been seconds, maybe a minute, when he's finally able to say,
"hurts," on a gasp so quiet Eddie would only be able to hear because he's so damn close and Billy really doesn't want him out of his personal space but he needs something, anything to make the pain stop, to release the pressure on his chest and make it possible for him to drag air into his lungs.
"I know," Eddie reassures him, except he doesn't know, has no idea what Billy's just been through or why it hurts so terribly. But he's still trying to send tendrils of something Billy can grasp on to, a human connection to cling to amid all the pain. "I know it hurts, just hold on to me." He's reaching the point where he thinks that he should call for someone, or nurse or something, anyone that can administer something that will bring the kind of relief that Eddie can't provide.
"You're in Hawkins Memorial Hospital," The words bubble out of him like water over a swollen dam, ready to burst. He thinks talking might help, somehow, might help Billy connect back to the real world. "Third floor, critical care wing. Your room has a shitty view of the parking lot and you're alive."
"You're in Hawkins Memorial Hospital," The words bubble out of him like water over a swollen dam, ready to burst. He thinks talking might help, somehow, might help Billy connect back to the real world. "Third floor, critical care wing. Your room has a shitty view of the parking lot and you're alive."
It's a good thing Billy can't form words because he's not sure Eddie would take it well if he said he didn't want to be alive. And it's not true, he doesn't want to be dead but the pain is so intense he's not sure it would be worse.
He tries to focus on Eddie's words but he mostly just hears his voice, focuses on trying to match his breathing to Eddie's and squeezing his hand, as if that will ease some of the pain when all it's probably doing is hurting Eddie.
He's in a hospital. Drugs. He needs drugs. Why is no one helping them? Why isn't anyone doing anything? Shouldn't someone be coming to give him something?
"Ed-- hurts."
He tries to focus on Eddie's words but he mostly just hears his voice, focuses on trying to match his breathing to Eddie's and squeezing his hand, as if that will ease some of the pain when all it's probably doing is hurting Eddie.
He's in a hospital. Drugs. He needs drugs. Why is no one helping them? Why isn't anyone doing anything? Shouldn't someone be coming to give him something?
"Ed-- hurts."
Stupid, he's so stupid. Billy is in real, actual pain from-- something, and Eddie is standing there like a god damn idiot thinking holding hands and frantic whispers can help. He whips his around the room, frantically searching for... there. Eddie fumbles for the blocky white remote, pressing down on the bright blue button at the top. He hears the ping of the call light going on, and a nurse has only just shuffled into the room when one of the machines Billy's hooked up to begins to wail.
A second nurse hurries into the room and Eddie forces himself to break away, pressing his back against the nearest wall. He tries to make himself small, stay out of the way while he work. His gaze drifts over the large, thrumming box that is stationed beside Billy's bed, the tubes that connect man and machine together. One of the tubes seems to carry blood but the other... Eddie isn't sure what he's looking at. It's so dark it's almost black, and seems to move sluggishly through the thick plastic tube. Eddie feels his stomach twist at the sight of it.
When the nurse's flurry of work is at last complete, Eddie inches back to the bedside, watching them leave the room before taking Billy's hand again. There's something else he notices now, a newly hung bag alongside the saline drip that feeds into the needle inserted Billy's hand. This one he recognizes-- a morphine drip. Eddie doesn't know if that's a good sign, or a bad one, but at least it should mean Billy should now feel some relief.
"They've got you on the good stuff now," Eddie says with a laugh that sounds moments away from becoming a sob. "You still with me?"
A second nurse hurries into the room and Eddie forces himself to break away, pressing his back against the nearest wall. He tries to make himself small, stay out of the way while he work. His gaze drifts over the large, thrumming box that is stationed beside Billy's bed, the tubes that connect man and machine together. One of the tubes seems to carry blood but the other... Eddie isn't sure what he's looking at. It's so dark it's almost black, and seems to move sluggishly through the thick plastic tube. Eddie feels his stomach twist at the sight of it.
When the nurse's flurry of work is at last complete, Eddie inches back to the bedside, watching them leave the room before taking Billy's hand again. There's something else he notices now, a newly hung bag alongside the saline drip that feeds into the needle inserted Billy's hand. This one he recognizes-- a morphine drip. Eddie doesn't know if that's a good sign, or a bad one, but at least it should mean Billy should now feel some relief.
"They've got you on the good stuff now," Eddie says with a laugh that sounds moments away from becoming a sob. "You still with me?"
Too many things happen at once for Billy to really be able to process any of it. What he does know is that Eddie steps away and two women hover over him and he's still struggling to breathe and everything still hurts until it doesn't. It's slow at first and then all of a sudden Billy feels his lungs expand how they're supposed to and he's finally able to catch his breath.
The ladies -nurses or doctors, he assumes- hover over him a moment later before they deem him all set, mutter some instructions that he assumes are for Eddie and not him and then disappear. Billy immediately tries reaching for Eddie as soon as they're alone but he still can't move his arm with all the things hooked up to him so he mostly just wiggles his fingers at him.
"Eddie." It's less strained than it was but still rough, his throat raspy and dry, probably still sore under the good drugs they've given him. "'M sorry. It had me. I couldn't let it get you."
The ladies -nurses or doctors, he assumes- hover over him a moment later before they deem him all set, mutter some instructions that he assumes are for Eddie and not him and then disappear. Billy immediately tries reaching for Eddie as soon as they're alone but he still can't move his arm with all the things hooked up to him so he mostly just wiggles his fingers at him.
"Eddie." It's less strained than it was but still rough, his throat raspy and dry, probably still sore under the good drugs they've given him. "'M sorry. It had me. I couldn't let it get you."
Eddie feels like he's been holding his breath the entire time, and it all comes out in one stuttering exhale. He's got both of his hands wrapped around Billy's one, trying to keep his grip tight and secure without tumbling over into the desperate white knuckled clinging from moments before. Billy is alive, that's all that matters, he repeats it like a mantra in his head.
Then Billy is talking again and the whirl of words are interrupted. Eddie gazes down at him, tries to make sense of what Billy's saying. Except it doesn't make sense, and something about it makes his skin prickle. He has no idea what's happened, what "it" is supposed to be, why Billy would need dialysis or why the blood filtering out of him looks so wrong. It's the drugs, Eddie thinks. The morphine. Getting the story all jumbled up in Billy's brain. That's got to be it.
"You--" His voice cracks, and he starts over. "There's nothing to be sorry for." And he's pretty sure that's true.
Then Billy is talking again and the whirl of words are interrupted. Eddie gazes down at him, tries to make sense of what Billy's saying. Except it doesn't make sense, and something about it makes his skin prickle. He has no idea what's happened, what "it" is supposed to be, why Billy would need dialysis or why the blood filtering out of him looks so wrong. It's the drugs, Eddie thinks. The morphine. Getting the story all jumbled up in Billy's brain. That's got to be it.
"You--" His voice cracks, and he starts over. "There's nothing to be sorry for." And he's pretty sure that's true.
"I would have hurt you." Billy's voice is barely more than a raspy whisper. His eyes feel heavy and the lights hurt so he lets them fall closed, focusing solely on the two hands wrapped around his one and the security it brings, the comfort the metal of Eddie's rings offer, warming against his skin. "He would have made me hurt you. S'why...
"S'why I pushed you away. But you're here." His voice cracks on the last words and more tears spill over his cheeks and run into his hair.
"S'why I pushed you away. But you're here." His voice cracks on the last words and more tears spill over his cheeks and run into his hair.
It's getting more difficult by the moment to try and convince himself that Billy's just confused, doesn't know what he's saying. There's more going on here, he's almost sure of it, but now is not the time to try and figure it out. Just seeing Billy like this, physically broken and still trying to apologize, it breaks something deep inside him. Whatever happened, they can figure that out later.
"Of course I'm here," He says gently, one hand moving to wipe at the tears that slip down Billy's face. "And I'm fine, nobody hurt me, you would never hurt me." Eddie drags the chair as close as he can get to the bed, wishing he could hold the other right now. "Everything's okay now."
"Of course I'm here," He says gently, one hand moving to wipe at the tears that slip down Billy's face. "And I'm fine, nobody hurt me, you would never hurt me." Eddie drags the chair as close as he can get to the bed, wishing he could hold the other right now. "Everything's okay now."
Billy squeezes Eddie's hands again and sighs, a soft sob escaping him as images of what he'd done flashes through his mind. Heather. Her parents. All those people he didn't know who he'd handed over like they didn't matter to become a giant, fleshy monster intent on killing a kid.
"I hurt Heather. I gave her to him." He chokes on a sob. "I hurt so many people. I didn't mean it. He made me do it."
"I hurt Heather. I gave her to him." He chokes on a sob. "I hurt so many people. I didn't mean it. He made me do it."
"You..." Eddie trails off, trying to piece together something coherent from the scraps he's been given. He'd heard about Heather's disappearance, and it was true it happened around the same time that Billy had started giving him the could shoulder but-- how could Billy possibly have anything to do with that? Still, something uneasy stirs inside him, and he shifts uncomfortably in his seat.
"I'm trying to understand," He says softly, keeping a hand cupped against Billy's face. "Are you sure you're not... talking about some fucked up dream, or something?" A dream would certainly be a lot easier to wrap his head around.
"I'm trying to understand," He says softly, keeping a hand cupped against Billy's face. "Are you sure you're not... talking about some fucked up dream, or something?" A dream would certainly be a lot easier to wrap his head around.
When Eddie asks if Billy's sure he's not dreaming, he finds himself getting inexplicitly stressed. He needs Eddie to understand. Forcing his eyes open through the haze of the drugs, Billy finds Eddie's and stares him down.
"He made me hurt them. I didn't mean to." He remembers the feeling of his control being stripped from him, when he'd felt himself smack Heather's dad over the head with a wine bottle. When he'd smashed through the window and lunged for Max, ceramic shard in hand. When he'd dragged the girl before the monster, ready to hand her over to the slaughter. He remembered it all, remembered how he'd felt like a bystander in his own body. Eddie needed to know. He needed to know that it wasn't his fault. "I didn't mean to."
"He made me hurt them. I didn't mean to." He remembers the feeling of his control being stripped from him, when he'd felt himself smack Heather's dad over the head with a wine bottle. When he'd smashed through the window and lunged for Max, ceramic shard in hand. When he'd dragged the girl before the monster, ready to hand her over to the slaughter. He remembered it all, remembered how he'd felt like a bystander in his own body. Eddie needed to know. He needed to know that it wasn't his fault. "I didn't mean to."
"I know you didn't mean to, I know." Even as his mind is still racing to put pieces together, he feels overcome by the need to let Billy know-- know that he's trying, know that he's desperately connecting dots together. He knows that Billy is the poster child for being "rough around the edges", but would never really hurt someone, not without cause. Knowing that doesn't stop his heart from beating wildly in his chest, still trying to make sense of everything.
"Who... who is "he", Billy?" Eddie asks it as though it might provide all the answers he's looking for. Somehow, he doesn't think that will be the case, but he asks it anyway. "I just need you to talk to me, tell me what's going on."
"Who... who is "he", Billy?" Eddie asks it as though it might provide all the answers he's looking for. Somehow, he doesn't think that will be the case, but he asks it anyway. "I just need you to talk to me, tell me what's going on."
"I didn't mean to." This time it's mostly said to himself and he nods, letting his eyes fall closed again. He's so tired but he needs to tell Eddie what happened. He knows it's not making a whole of sense, he can tell by the look on Eddie's face before he closes his eyes again but he doesn't really know how to explain it.
"I don't know. He was like a shadow." Shaking his head makes him dizzy and he takes a moment to catch his breath. "Max! Is Max okay?"
"I don't know. He was like a shadow." Shaking his head makes him dizzy and he takes a moment to catch his breath. "Max! Is Max okay?"
"Shh, Max is fine." That much he can say for certain, it's one of the few things he knows clearly. Max is part of the reason that he's here right now, between her and Henderson he had known to hurry to the hospital to find Billy. None of them had bothered to explain anything else, and he feels something flare down his spine a the thought. All of them seem to know something that he doesn't, and he hates it.
"And you're fine." Which isn't really true, at least, he can't say it for sure. With everything that Billy's hooked up to, he believes that Billy will be alright, but there's no real way of knowing. Eddie stands from the chair, leans over Billy so he can press kisses against his jaw, his cheeks, over his eyelids. Nothing he can do feels like enough, he feels like a buoy in an infinite ocean.
"And you're fine." Which isn't really true, at least, he can't say it for sure. With everything that Billy's hooked up to, he believes that Billy will be alright, but there's no real way of knowing. Eddie stands from the chair, leans over Billy so he can press kisses against his jaw, his cheeks, over his eyelids. Nothing he can do feels like enough, he feels like a buoy in an infinite ocean.
"Max is fine." He remembers her leaning over him as he apologised to her but he wasn't sure if she'd been hurt -more hurt than she was after he'd thrown her across a hallway- and he just needed to be sure. "And the other girl? Max's friends?"
God, he could have killed them all. He knows he'd tried to take out some of them and he knows the monster had tried to kill the rest.
"M'tired, Eds." He focuses on each of the soft touches of lips against his face and sighs softly, lips quirking slightly in a soft smile that doesn't last long and he squeezes Eddie's hand again. "Stay with me?"
God, he could have killed them all. He knows he'd tried to take out some of them and he knows the monster had tried to kill the rest.
"M'tired, Eds." He focuses on each of the soft touches of lips against his face and sighs softly, lips quirking slightly in a soft smile that doesn't last long and he squeezes Eddie's hand again. "Stay with me?"
"Yeah, her too. All of them." The way Billy seems to relax sends something running through him, cracks open the ball of anxiety that has been burying itself deep in his chest. Eddie still doesn't understand what's going on, doesn't realize that he's been left in the dark. But Billy is finally relaxing, and that's all he needs.
"Everything's fine now." Eddie finds himself lifting from his seat, hovering over Billy so he can kiss him, in a lost sort of way. He knows he's being kept on the outside of something, but if Billy's feeling any sort of relaxed, he's not going to question it.
"Course I'll stay with you." His hand flexes in Billy's grip, showing no intention of letting go. "If you need to rest, I'll be here when you wake up."
"Everything's fine now." Eddie finds himself lifting from his seat, hovering over Billy so he can kiss him, in a lost sort of way. He knows he's being kept on the outside of something, but if Billy's feeling any sort of relaxed, he's not going to question it.
"Course I'll stay with you." His hand flexes in Billy's grip, showing no intention of letting go. "If you need to rest, I'll be here when you wake up."
He nods, a slight tilt of his head and he lets the medication do it's job so he can relax into the mattress and rest his body. He knows it hurts under the weight of the drugs, knows there's a lot of damage done by the monster that tore him apart as he tried to hold it back.
He returns the kiss softly and sighs, feeling himself start to doze. "'M glad you're here."
He returns the kiss softly and sighs, feeling himself start to doze. "'M glad you're here."
"Wouldn't be anywhere else, you know that," Eddie steals one last kiss before sinking back down into his seat. There's a lot think about, so many questions that he doesn't have an answer to. Whatever is going on, they'll figure it out, but that's not his concern right now.
"You can sleep," He says softly, trying to encourage it. Whatever has happened, Billy clearly needs rest, the chance to recover. "I'll be here when you wake up."
"You can sleep," He says softly, trying to encourage it. Whatever has happened, Billy clearly needs rest, the chance to recover. "I'll be here when you wake up."
Billy sighs softly at the kiss and holds onto the feeling as the meds start making him drowsy enough to fall asleep. He trusts that Eddie will stay with him, that he'll be here when Billy wakes up. Despite what Billy had done in order to keep Eddie safe from him, Eddie is still here and he knows they're good.
He has no idea how long he's asleep for but the room isn't as bright when he wakes up, dragging his eyes open and glancing around without moving his head in order to find Eddie.
"Eds?"
He has no idea how long he's asleep for but the room isn't as bright when he wakes up, dragging his eyes open and glancing around without moving his head in order to find Eddie.
"Eds?"
Eddie keeps an eye on Billy as the meds and exhaustion take hold. He lets out a sigh of relief once he's asleep, stands to stretch his legs and pace about the room. He spends time looking at the machines that whirl and hum, as though he can somehow reason out what they all mean. Eventually, Eddie dims the lights in the room and settles back into the chair at Billy's bedside. With another sigh, he tucks his legs up and tries to get a bit of sleep himself.
It's restless and uneasy, but he manages to snatch a handful of hours. At the sound of Billy's voice he stirs, rubbing at his eyes as he blinks sleep from his eyes.
"Hey, baby," He says sleepily, reaching to brush his fingers through Billy's hair. "How're you feeling?"
It's restless and uneasy, but he manages to snatch a handful of hours. At the sound of Billy's voice he stirs, rubbing at his eyes as he blinks sleep from his eyes.
"Hey, baby," He says sleepily, reaching to brush his fingers through Billy's hair. "How're you feeling?"
Eddie’s still there when Billy wakes up, just like he said he would be and he sighs softly when he feels the soft hand in his hair, carefully pushing his head into the contact. He aches but he doesn’t hurt the same way he did when he woke up before. He knows it won’t be long until the pain comes raging back in but he’s grateful for the reprieve for now.
“I feel okay. For now.” He’s not looking forward to when the pain returns. “More drugs? Before it gets bad again.”
“I feel okay. For now.” He’s not looking forward to when the pain returns. “More drugs? Before it gets bad again.”
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