It's too much, darling. This is all too much for you. I knew it. Damn! I knew it! ...At this rate, you'll spike your blood pressure.

( says the one growing louder by the moment, clearly more in danger of a blood pressure related mishap than waylon is.

fortunately, he has just the thing for this. when he turns away, waylon can see more of the room that was previously blocked out by eddie's broad back. it's absolutely, positively not a hospital. the space is more akin to a dungeon — wide, and empty, and dank. in the far corner sits a sewing station of some sort, and scraps of fabric line the ground in the space between here and there.

eddie turns back, and he's flicking the air bubbles from a needle as he does so. )

Just a sedative, my love. Nothing to fear. Something to put you at ease, nothing more.