Eddie Kaspbrak (hypochondriac_) wrote in spinningcompass, @ 2019-11-25 13:02:00 |
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Entry tags: | dan torrance, eddie kasprak |
Who: Eddie and Open!
Where: One of the parks.
What: Aged down Eddie.
When: Dated to early Tuesday morning.
Open: Open.
Warnings: Language, possibly Eddie freaking out.
Eddie woke up, annoyed by the weight of his casted arm and the over-bandaging on his other hand. The cast was for an actual broken arm. The bandages were for a small cut, used in making a blood oath with his friends the day before. It barely needed a band-aid, let alone gauze and bandages. They were a compromise, the only way his mother would let him stay at home instead of taking him to the hospital and bullying some doctor into unnecessary stitches.
Eddie quickly realized that he wasn't at home. This wasn't his bed and it was too bright. His mother kept him in the dark to ensure he slept or so she claimed. He would have slept better with a night light. He blinked as his eyes adjusted to the light and stood up from the bench he'd been on, taking a look at it. There were a couple of letters carved into it, r+e, but otherwise it looked clean. Good. He didn't have to freak out about that, just about the facts that he had no idea where he was, how he got there, if there was a kidnapper or monster after him, if he had become a really bad sleepwalker, the itching in his arm being caused by a skin eating disease or bugs crawling around in the cast, losing his mind, etc.
Eddie's clothes were too big as if they meant for an adult. He rolled up the cuffs and sleeves as best he could with his cast and bandages, only to have them roll back down immediately. One more worry, all the dirt that would be collected on his clothes. He had an innate sense of direction and started walking, somehow knowing he was moving towards other people and hoping it'd be his neighborhood and his home. His mother was probably having a heart attack already and his friends would be worried too if he he was gone for long.