[ When she leaves, he suddenly feels... untethered, drifting beyond the couch and the Wheeler residence. Having her there, someone he could see and talk to, reminded him he was real and alive, no matter how impossible that had seemed. Now he's drifting, feeling so alone in her dimly lit basement. Eddie struggles to find something else to latch onto in the meantime.
His fingers reach out clumsily, first brushing over the towels she had laid out. This doesn't quite do the trick, and instead his touch roams over his own body, trying to feel out just where he's hurt. He can feel dried blood on his clothes, a lot of it, an impossible amount. Surely he can't have bled this much and still be alive. But then, there's so much about this situation that doesn't make sense. ]
You still there?
[ Even as he calls out for her, his voice is only just above a whisper. Part of him just needs to hear her again, to know that this isn't all some fever dream. Something about being left alone now pushes his mind to strange places, and he's trying so hard to resist following down that path. ]
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[ When she leaves, he suddenly feels... untethered, drifting beyond the couch and the Wheeler residence. Having her there, someone he could see and talk to, reminded him he was real and alive, no matter how impossible that had seemed. Now he's drifting, feeling so alone in her dimly lit basement. Eddie struggles to find something else to latch onto in the meantime.
His fingers reach out clumsily, first brushing over the towels she had laid out. This doesn't quite do the trick, and instead his touch roams over his own body, trying to feel out just where he's hurt. He can feel dried blood on his clothes, a lot of it, an impossible amount. Surely he can't have bled this much and still be alive. But then, there's so much about this situation that doesn't make sense. ]
You still there?
[ Even as he calls out for her, his voice is only just above a whisper. Part of him just needs to hear her again, to know that this isn't all some fever dream. Something about being left alone now pushes his mind to strange places, and he's trying so hard to resist following down that path. ]
I might be bleeding out over here.