eddie saved him, and what thanks has he gotten in return? ever since waylon opened his eyes, he's not said a positive words towards him. he's only spoken of lisa, lisa, lisa. where was lisa when waylon stepped before that damnable car? where was lisa when eddie cradled waylon's limp body in his arms, praying to a merciful god for his health? was it lisa who brought waylon into the kind warmth of her home? was it lisa who monitored waylon for hours, watched the steady rise and fall of his chest, snuck kisses between his brows and along his lips in an effort to kiss his injuries away?
NO!
the force with which the thought comes to him is violent enough for eddie to snap the delicate needle in his hand, sending glass, liquid, and metal shards all skittering to the ground. )
Waylon, dearest, this isn't working! ( in a rage, he throws his hands down against the gurney, likely jolting waylon's shattered bones in his haste. deep breath. deep, deep breath... )
I want to be good for you, I do, but how can I be the best man I can be when you vex me so? How can I heal you when you... when you refuse me even the slightest appreciation?
( he takes a cloth from the pocket of his scrubs and dabs at his own forehead this time, needing a moment to cool himself. )
Lesser men would have left you in the street, you know? They would have allowed you to die there, indifferent to your pains. I brought you here of my own accord, and all you can think to speak about is... is her?
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eddie saved him, and what thanks has he gotten in return? ever since waylon opened his eyes, he's not said a positive words towards him. he's only spoken of lisa, lisa, lisa. where was lisa when waylon stepped before that damnable car? where was lisa when eddie cradled waylon's limp body in his arms, praying to a merciful god for his health? was it lisa who brought waylon into the kind warmth of her home? was it lisa who monitored waylon for hours, watched the steady rise and fall of his chest, snuck kisses between his brows and along his lips in an effort to kiss his injuries away?
NO!
the force with which the thought comes to him is violent enough for eddie to snap the delicate needle in his hand, sending glass, liquid, and metal shards all skittering to the ground. )
Waylon, dearest, this isn't working! ( in a rage, he throws his hands down against the gurney, likely jolting waylon's shattered bones in his haste. deep breath. deep, deep breath... )
I want to be good for you, I do, but how can I be the best man I can be when you vex me so? How can I heal you when you... when you refuse me even the slightest appreciation?
( he takes a cloth from the pocket of his scrubs and dabs at his own forehead this time, needing a moment to cool himself. )
Lesser men would have left you in the street, you know? They would have allowed you to die there, indifferent to your pains. I brought you here of my own accord, and all you can think to speak about is... is her?