[The needle snaps, there's the shattered glass of the syringe and Waylon doesn't even get a second to brace himself for the anger aimed at him before Eddie is jostling the hospital bed, probably not even on purpose. It still hurts, still send a jolt of pain through him that makes him wince, furrows his brows in a agony as the nurse berates him and is angry that he's asked to speak to his wife.

It's... not a lot to ask is it? But this isn't a hospital, this is something different, something bad and this man is not well.]

I-I'm sorry, I should have thanked you. I should have.

[It dawns on him that this man met his children, probably had easy access to personal information about his family... had he hurt them? He'd mentioned a fire. What about a fire? God. His head swims with pain and it's a little hard to focus, but he has to.]

Eddie, right? I remember you... you were very kind before.

[Waylon speaks soft, kindly, though it's hard for his voice to not waver. Hard to not be scared.]

Th-Thank you for taking care of me. I'm very lucky, I'm so lucky.