( It's absolutely insane that Eddie brought him up here. Absolutely insane that Eddie didn't call an ambulance, or the cops, or both. It's absolutely insane that he slept with this guy on the couch. For whatever reason he didn't though, compelled to help and now he has to see it through. Even if he's nervous and twitchy, watching the man closely with big, dark eyes, like it'll somehow give him some insight into how bad an idea this is. )
Okay, fine. Just...don't freak out at me then.
( He doesn't mean to, but he ends up treating the guy like a rogue stray – setting his coffee down on the table before raising an empty hand up for him to see, approaching slowly. Eddie can see the tension radiating off of him in waves, and it's making his own stress levels sky rocket.
Someone has to figure out how to get the tension down before one of them snaps, and by virtue of not having a bullet wound Eddie supposes it's up to him. He nudges the kit closer to the edge of the table, closer to where he'll need them, and then comes around to sit next to the man. There's blood everywhere, more than he expected. He's going to have to throw this couch out. )
I'm Eddie, by the way. I did...tell you last night, I don't think you were really awake at that point. ( The man's shirt is still off from last night, kind of ruined from the injury and Eddie's subsequent panicked attempts to cut it off to prevent a stranger from dying in his apartment hallway. ) I'm not going to ask– questions, if that helps. You can tell me whatever you want.
( Hopefully that's slightly distracting, because it's almost definitely going to hurt when he peels away the gauze and bandage currently holding the wound closed. )
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Okay, fine. Just...don't freak out at me then.
( He doesn't mean to, but he ends up treating the guy like a rogue stray – setting his coffee down on the table before raising an empty hand up for him to see, approaching slowly. Eddie can see the tension radiating off of him in waves, and it's making his own stress levels sky rocket.
Someone has to figure out how to get the tension down before one of them snaps, and by virtue of not having a bullet wound Eddie supposes it's up to him. He nudges the kit closer to the edge of the table, closer to where he'll need them, and then comes around to sit next to the man. There's blood everywhere, more than he expected. He's going to have to throw this couch out. )
I'm Eddie, by the way. I did...tell you last night, I don't think you were really awake at that point. ( The man's shirt is still off from last night, kind of ruined from the injury and Eddie's subsequent panicked attempts to cut it off to prevent a stranger from dying in his apartment hallway. ) I'm not going to ask– questions, if that helps. You can tell me whatever you want.
( Hopefully that's slightly distracting, because it's almost definitely going to hurt when he peels away the gauze and bandage currently holding the wound closed. )