You've suffered an egregious amount of trauma. When you walked in front of that car, totally ignorant to your surroundings... Surely, I'd thought my heart would stop. God, how lucky you are I was near.

I'm a practitioner, you see.

( new place, new time, new job — according to the paperwork eddie had found in his bag, at least. maybe waylon was so worried about his work, he hadn't realized he'd walked into oncoming traffic. the poor thing, so stressed, so overworked.


eddie dabs a cloth against his forehead. )

Rest now. Sleep. You're safe now... I'll explain everything when you wake, my pretty thing.