Definitely a snap. It must have been when they started firing and ... and I pushed you out of the way. Oh.
[Which meant this was entirely his fault. Great. Edward didn't like that feeling, it was like failure and he detests failing. He never wanted to ever be the cause of Oswald's pain and here he was, causing his dearest friend this. It made failing twice as frustrating. He closes his eyes and takes a deep inhale, cursing himself for messing up like this. It was the only way he could think it would have happened, unless someone else had shoved him or knocked him down, this was on him. He opens his eyes and looks at Oswald, his eyes pleading for forgiveness.]
I am so sorry, this may have been my fault. I didn't mean to-- I wasn't-- I'm sorry. I can fix this. I mean not that but this. The situation. I'm afraid I can't do much about the collar bone, I might set it wrong. I'm not used to working with live bodies.
[And God knows, he didn't want to be responsible for that too. He sucks in a breath and holds up his hands. Yes, he may have made a mistake but that was just inspiration to get to work and fix it. And he could do that. He looks at his phone and frowns, his face falling ever so slightly. Fuck. Nothing was going right tonight, was it?]
The good news is, I still have Jim Gordon and Harvey Bullocks numbers in my phone. The bad news is, I don't have a phone signal.
[Maybe he could get one if he moved around. He holds his phone up, cursing under his breath about the terrible cellphone reception in Gotham.]
What? [He pauses his signal hunt and looks at his arm. It's bleeding a lot more now but he's pretty certain it's just a shallow wound. He doesn't really want to look at it took close in case it isn't. He doesn't have time for that.] It's nothing. You shouldn't worry about it. Worry about yourself.
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[Which meant this was entirely his fault. Great. Edward didn't like that feeling, it was like failure and he detests failing. He never wanted to ever be the cause of Oswald's pain and here he was, causing his dearest friend this. It made failing twice as frustrating. He closes his eyes and takes a deep inhale, cursing himself for messing up like this. It was the only way he could think it would have happened, unless someone else had shoved him or knocked him down, this was on him. He opens his eyes and looks at Oswald, his eyes pleading for forgiveness.]
I am so sorry, this may have been my fault. I didn't mean to-- I wasn't-- I'm sorry. I can fix this. I mean not that but this. The situation. I'm afraid I can't do much about the collar bone, I might set it wrong. I'm not used to working with live bodies.
[And God knows, he didn't want to be responsible for that too. He sucks in a breath and holds up his hands. Yes, he may have made a mistake but that was just inspiration to get to work and fix it. And he could do that. He looks at his phone and frowns, his face falling ever so slightly. Fuck. Nothing was going right tonight, was it?]
The good news is, I still have Jim Gordon and Harvey Bullocks numbers in my phone. The bad news is, I don't have a phone signal.
[Maybe he could get one if he moved around. He holds his phone up, cursing under his breath about the terrible cellphone reception in Gotham.]
What? [He pauses his signal hunt and looks at his arm. It's bleeding a lot more now but he's pretty certain it's just a shallow wound. He doesn't really want to look at it took close in case it isn't. He doesn't have time for that.] It's nothing. You shouldn't worry about it. Worry about yourself.