( wow, eddie is just in heaven, isn't he? his dutiful, lovely, bonny wife is eating the dish he prepared for her, taking delicate bites as not to upset appearances [or her stomach, but that's less important]. while she eats, eddie smiles and does the things that all good men do, like check her vitals and dab the sweat from her brow with a cloth. )

My darling, you'll heal so quickly, you won't even know it. You'll be back to your delicate, beautiful self in no time... Aren't you looking forward to it? To being whole? To being with me? Being safe and nurtured away from the wickedness of the world? Here, nothing can harm you. You'll be filled, and loved. The emptiness inside of you won't cry out to me for much longer...

( where else would waylon be? where else could he be? with no family to return to, and a world who thinks he's either missing or dead, he's better off staying right here by eddie's side. )

As promised, a mild sedative to help you rest... This will pinch, my love. Apologies. But soon, you'll feel nothing at all.