5 stages of grief

Denial

Eddie felt himself falling the bright light keeping him from opening his eyes as he felt venom slip off his skin the normally cool symbiotes skin boiling against his as he heard the all too familiar voice say something he couldn't quite hear. All he could tell was that it was weak and sounded....scared.... he suddenly didn't feel the burning of embers anymore but the cool rush of water. He let himself drift in the water for a bit half passed out the water on his skin and the aching of his muscles drowning out his thoughts and worries for the moment. The next thing he knew he was being dragged out of the water. The warm air against his burnt skin feeling like flames as they pulled him out opening his eyes once again to realize that he was alone. "N-no" he coughed as he tried to stumble back to the water the boat crew trying to keep him from injuring himself further. "V-venom. We can't leave him here please-" his raspy voice fell on death ears as they just tugged his weak body to safety further on the boat. Tears whelling up in his eyes falling down his cheeks for the first time in a long time as he still tried weakly to get them to find venom. "P-p-please. Hes hu-rt" his words cut off by a sob. The people on the boat told him not to worry. That they had people looking for others in the water after they found him. But he only continued to ask for their help to get him.

3 weeks later~

Eddie got out of bed and rubbed his eyes "venom. Can you help me- still not talking Eh.?" He hadn't heard or felt venom sense the crash. Although he was convinced this was just venom ether being hurt or just being a ass to see if he cared. He reluctantly got up and walked into the kitchen mumbling to himself about how much of a ass venom is being. "V you can't stay in hiding forever." He was kinda getting sick of it. He felt alone. Scared. Afraid. Lonely without him. In a way that he had felt his nights after what happened with Anne. "If you come out I'll consider letting you go eat bad guys?" Says it like he's dangling a piece of chicken out for a cat. Waiting for it to pounce. He made himself some food and eyed the knife block. "Well that might work." If venom wasn't coming out he was at least going to prove to himself he wasn't crazy. Venom always healed him anyway and he would gladly take a talk about hurting himself if it meant he got to hear his voice. He gently picked up one of the steak knifes. Putting it to his arm and pressing he felt the string and furrowed his brows wondering what venom wasn't stopping him. Pulling the knife away from the spot cutting his arm open. He set the knife on the counter his arm starting to gush blood "ok maybe that was a bit too deep...." he waited a few seconds and started to feel his head get fuzzy. Walking to his couch and falling ass first into it. He stared at his arm trying to get his eyes to focus as his head was feeling extremely light. Seeing the amount of blood and how his head was feeling he grabbed the phone dropping it in the process by accident. he fell trying to pick it up and then punched in 911.

"911 what's your emergency?" The mans voice rang out of the phone as he took a breath it was so cold why was it cold. "I-I need a ambluance. I cut myself I th-think I hit a vein" he listened to the mans voice a bit not really listening to him as he blacked out the last thing he saw was his blood covered hand holding the phone.

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