[Waylon is feeling a whole lot of feelings right now, that mixed up with the immense amount of pain he's in is a rotten cocktail of what the fuck is even going on right now. He wished he would pass out at this point, maybe he should have let Eddie stick him earlier, because in one moment Eddie is talking like he, he being Waylon, is trying to seduce him through some womanly wiles.

He can see the way he looks at him and he just wants to disappear. However that might be.

At least he's... kind of given an answer? Shattered. So broken bones, bones that will heal in time. How much time? How long will he be stuck here until he can plan an escape, because as shattered as he is right now, perhaps that little escape attempt of his had been stupid.]

What...?

[Confusion and pain pinch his features. Unsightly? Make space to welcome our family? What in the hell... he's not in the right mind to process what any of that means. Or maybe it's the pain. Both.]

No I'm not— I don't think... I'm not really hungry.

[And he'll reach out, grab for Eddie's arm.]

I'm sorry, I shouldn't have gotten up, b-but it hurts. Please do you have anything...?

[For the pain. Medicine? Hit him hard enough to knock his ass out? Something.]