“The important thing is that you found him and you got him help, Jun. At least now he stands a chance, had you not gone to see him, he might not even have that,” Eden pointed out, giving her friend a soft squeeze. She was right, though – who knew when the next time one of Dom’s men might have gone to check on Cal? What if it had been hours after he’d OD’d? Then there might not have been anything left to try and save. At least Juniper had given him a fighting chance, now it was all up to Cal and the miracles of modern medicine to finish the job. Tightening her grip around the redhead, Eden steered the two of them clear of the trauma room, back out into the waiting area so that the medical staff could get back to work. She knew, she knew, that Jun had made the right choice, now Eden just hoped that everything worked out so that her friend wouldn’t be left to regret or to wonder, to relive and ponder over the last few minutes repeatedly. Taking a seat beside her on those stiff benches yet again, there was nothing for the two to do but to sit and wait, to hope that everything going on behind those trauma doors would result in a saved life.
Glancing over, Eden watched as Juniper flipped through Cal’s phone until she found the number she guessed she was looking for and dropped it into her purse. They’d have to discuss that later, whatever it was that the were was planning for Callum’s dealer – it could result in some real trouble for the girl if she wasn’t careful. They’d all suffered enough, Eden didn’t want to see anything happen to Jun. Clearly Dom’s boys were having a hell of a time tracking Shannon down if they hadn’t heard from him by now, if he hadn’t shown his face around the waiting room yet. Jun was obviously blaming him for some part of what had happened to his brother and Eden was seconds away from asking what she meant when the whole story started to spill from her lips. The elemental couldn’t help but cringe at the revelation, it would be a lie to say it didn’t hurt to hear, and her eyes slid shut for a moment so that she could collect herself. “Jun,” she let out a weighted sigh, her gaze meeting the other woman’s as she opened her eyes again, “I’m so bloody sorry. What happened with Cal and I…..it was a stupid bloody mistake. A stupid, drunken mistake and we both knew it the moment it happened. Shannon had just been turned and tossed both of us to the curb and I went to check on Cal, to talk to him because I thought it might make me feel close to Shannon, and he was drinking….and I started drinking….and it just happened. Neither of us ever wanted you or Shannon to find out because we didn’t want to hurt you over something so bloody stupid, something that will never happen again and should have never happened in the first place.” It felt good to have the secrets out between them, to have that off her chest – Eden had often wondered how she was going to manage to keep it from Jun, especially if the two of them mended the bridges between them. “As for you and Shannon….” she shook her head again, looking down as she picked at the cuff of her hoodie for a moment, “I don’t know what the hell is going on him. He’s….he’s not who I thought he was.” And that admission was hard, so hard, to make about someone you thought you’d known, thought you’d loved. Raising a hand, Eden wiped at a few tears that had leaked their way onto her cheeks, “I’m sorry that he came and stuck you in the middle of this bloody mess. I’m so fucking sorry that any of us got into all of this in the first place.” Why couldn’t things have just stayed the way they were? Why did everything have to go and get all buggered up?