Re: log: steph/eddie
[Eddie closed his eyes, tilting his head back and waited for her to stumble away from him. He tried to breathe and it came out like there was a hole in his lung, like he'd never get enough air. He wheezed, laughed and then pressed his hands into his face. A deep, dark part of him wanted her to just beat the shit out of him. Just physically maim him until he was bruised, battered and bleeding out on the hospital floor. He daydreamed of nurses pulling her off and him smiling up at her with that broken jaw she knew from so long ago. He wanted pain so clawing that it numbed everything else.
He looked down and saw the horror on her face. Like he had just slipped a knife between her ribcage and the pain was just starting to bloom in her chest. Get it together, Nashton.] It's okay. [Years ago, the first thing he would have done was button up the shirt. Now? Eddie didn't give a damn. He didn't care that his shirt was practically open and he looked like a stripper just gave him the afternoon special.] I shouldn't have fucking told you anything yesterday, I'm sorry. [Eddie took a couple careful steps around her and took a seat on the bed.]