[ The response pulls a small, relieved sound from him. It lifts some unnameable weight from his chest, allows him to breathe just a bit easier. It's going to be alright, he's going to be alright, he runs the sentence on loop in his head until he can begin to believe it. Whatever sort of second chance he's been given, he's digging his heels into it.
Eddie meets her gaze, and there's just something about it that makes her words so easy to believe. He thinks that she could tell him he'd be tap dancing across the basement by the time she's done, and he'd have no choice but to believe that too. He almost protests when she starts cutting away his clothing, before realizing just how fucking stupid that would be. Instead he tries to settle back, brace himself for the inevitable sting of peroxide. ]
I can handle it. [ Though he tries to sound confident, the sentence is punctuated with a quiet hiss. ] You'd think they make this shit hurt on purpose.
[ He tries to laugh, to "man up" as it were, sit still and let her work. As Nancy clears away blood, both fresh and dried, a strange sight begins to reveal itself. While many of what are surely bite wounds are still fresh and oozing, several of them have the soft, pink skin of a wound that has time to heal. What's more, in the places where he still actively bleeds, the skin around them seems to pulse faintly, as though each has a separate heartbeat beneath it.
Eddie cranes his neck, trying to look down as she works. ]
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Eddie meets her gaze, and there's just something about it that makes her words so easy to believe. He thinks that she could tell him he'd be tap dancing across the basement by the time she's done, and he'd have no choice but to believe that too. He almost protests when she starts cutting away his clothing, before realizing just how fucking stupid that would be. Instead he tries to settle back, brace himself for the inevitable sting of peroxide. ]
I can handle it. [ Though he tries to sound confident, the sentence is punctuated with a quiet hiss. ] You'd think they make this shit hurt on purpose.
[ He tries to laugh, to "man up" as it were, sit still and let her work. As Nancy clears away blood, both fresh and dried, a strange sight begins to reveal itself. While many of what are surely bite wounds are still fresh and oozing, several of them have the soft, pink skin of a wound that has time to heal. What's more, in the places where he still actively bleeds, the skin around them seems to pulse faintly, as though each has a separate heartbeat beneath it.
Eddie cranes his neck, trying to look down as she works. ]
How's it looking, doc?