Get out

Sunshine, Lollipops, and Rainbows

The drive felt like it took forever and it felt like Eddy was slipping more by the minute. His hand anxiously sat on the door handle, part of him wanting to just open the door and fall out. He tapped anxiously although his face didn't show anything. His body language definitely showed how he felt on the inside though. Once they pulled in, his thoughts of stepping out became more normal. He could step out of a stopped car but a moving car was definitely a no unless trying to escape a maniac. Brett wasn't one though. Eddy thought himself as one though! Could he escape himself? That's all death was, after all. Escaping one's body to be free from the pain caused by others but also to escape oneself.

Ray was waiting in the garage where Brett had parked, ready to assess Eddy right away. Just from the glimpse of how it looked through the windshield made Ray's stomach want to turn. This was probably the absolute worst he had to deal with on his own. Sure, he had been in the emergency room, but if anything too bad came in there you had your team there. You never took on a patient on your own.

"Ray's right there. Let's get you inside and all patched up, yes?" Brett said softly, turning the engine off before the garage door shut behind the car. His adrenaline had slowly worn off with the drive and the certainty that this would be fine. Eddy would be fine.

Eddy nodded a bit, he could make it for a few more steps. It may be a different story when Ray tried to touch him though. He had nothing against Ray, he really was a sweet guy but even with the hand breaking he had tried to stop the man. Brett had to calm him. Brett was more of a soothing force for some reason. Ray, sadly not so much. Maybe it stemmed from his distrust of the medical field, "Yeah..."
His voice trailed off, he felt a bit tired now too.

"If you want support on the way out there, we'll help you okay? You're safe, I promise," Brett said softly, getting out of the car and quickly walking around to open the door for Eddy.

Ray waited anxiously, definitely not happy about Eddy walking with the amount of blood he could see from where he was standing.
"You sure he should walk?" he asked Brett, watching both of them. "I can carry him, if he's feeling faint or anything like that..."

Eddy stepped out of the car, having a hard time staying steady. He didn't want help though, he could do this! Not to mention he was nervous about the other man touching him. He swayed unsteadily like a drunk, making some nervous eye contact before looking away, "I can manage."
He needed to keep his calm 'I'm alright' voice so as to not stress anyone too much. This was fine, he would get there on his own.

"You can lean on me, Eddy. I don't want you falling," Brett said softly, carefully placing his arm around Eddy's waist to keep him steady despite what Eddy had said before. If Ray was mentioning it, it probably was for a reason. "Let's get you inside."

Eddy flinched again, Brett was too warm. He felt too warm. Eddy couldn't help it though, he leaned into Brett's side just letting Brett's presence soothe him a bit, "Okay..."
He would try to walk as straight as possible. Lord knew that would be hard though.

Ray ran ahead into the kitchen where he had brought out everything from his medical cabinet, just to be sure he had what he needed. He turned a chair so it would be ready for when Eddy came in.

"Good, you're safe now, okay?" Brett repeated softly as he brought him through the living room. He noticed Eddy swaying a bit, but he figured that Eddy likely would be both drugged and dizzy from the blood loss. "Ray's gonna fix you up and you'll be as good as new."

Eddy nodded, then licked his lips. For some reason he didn't feel safe. Being led through an area despite it being out of affection seemed to parallel being led down the halls of the organization. At least he could see this time...It didn't stop his body from shaking intensely though. Although he could see where he was, his body still remembered what had happened. The things that recurred. All those times, memorized in his muscle memory.

"Here we are," Brett said softly. He could feel Eddy shake and decided he wanted him to sit down as soon as possible. "Ray's gotten a chair for you and everything. It's gonna be alright."

Eddy's eyes began to hyper focus on the chair, eye's becoming glassy and glazed. He stumbled back when trying to step away. Brett's voice seemed to fade, he couldn't hear him anymore. Just that awful staticy sound ringing into his ears. How many times would he need to be reprogrammed!? Always being cycled through it again and again. He couldn't take it anymore, "No please..."
He whimpered, despite not having a reason to be afraid of Brett and Ray. They weren't who he was scared of. He was scared of much greater evils.

"It's just so you won't pass out and hit your head," Ray tried to assure, having put out all his stuff on the table next to the chair for easy access. I just need a look at your arm."

"No...no....," Bubbling up from his throat, Eddy began to laugh. It was a strangled sound, sounding more distressed than humorous. He shook his head, his whole body shaking with every laugh ripping through him. Soon it became clear that the man was crying despite the pained laughter. A clear sign he was going into panic, along with his jerky movements of shaking his head.
The assassin pushed away from Brett not being able to decipher who or what he was at the moment. All he knew was that he didn't want to be touched and needed to escape the presence of anyone. Again he stumbled back, trying to put some distance between them.

"Heyheyhey..." Brett said softly, taking a step towards him again. He placed a hand on his upper arm, lightly so as to not frighten him. Ray too took a step closer, but Brett lifted his hand to indicate for him to hold off a bit. "It's okay, it's okay. It's just me."

Eddy full on shrieked, wrenching himself away like he had been burnt, "Don't fucking touch me! I'll slit your throat!"
His hands reached up to grab his own hair, despite one having been broken he grabbed onto the strands. Pulling hard, just to have some semblance of control. He could control that pain....
He backed up until his back hit the wall, feeling cornered despite probably being able to run off to the side, he sank to the floor. Crying, screaming, laughing, it all was uncontrollable. Like a hurt animal backed into a cage.
"....Please don't touch me...no...no... stop." Sobbing seemed to be the more prominent reaction though.

Brett sat down on the floor next to him, slowly trying to get his arms around him into a hug.
"I'm sorry, Eddy," he said softly. "It's just to help you feel better, I promise. Just to fix your arm."

Eddy jolted, struggling like his life depended on it to get away from Brett's embrace, "Please no...stop!"
His eyes were screwed shut as he flailed. He managed to get away by pushing away then kicking the other man in the gut, "get away... stop!"
Pushing away caused him to topple into a kitchen cabinet. Oh...oh this was an opportunity. He let go of his hair to pull himself up onto his wobbly legs. The injured assassin lurched over the counter top, then noticed a knife block. He reached with shaky hands, pulling a knife from it. Eddy could only reach a parrying knife but even that could be deadly in his hands. It also put some distance between him and whoever was tormenting him, "Don't come closer I won't hesitate!"
Whether it was the person or himself he was slashing, he wouldn't care, he just wanted the pain to end.

Brett was pushed back, falling on his butt, but Ray wasn't. He quickly grabbed a hold of Eddy's arm that was holding the knife, kicking the back of his legs to get him down.
"Sorry, Eddy, you're being dangerous," Ray muttered, struggling to keep him down. "Boss?"

Eddy tried to pull his arm free even as he hit the ground, he didn't know these people, he didn't hear them. To him they were just more faceless entities trying to harm him. Finally he let go of the knife, really just wanting to curl up into the fetal position even if Ray still had a hold on his arm as he sobbed, "Not again...not again...stop."

He just wanted to disappear.

"Grab me about half a syringe of the vial on the far right," Ray ordered Brett, who had barely managed to get to his feet after the kick. Brett looked confused at first, but then realized what Ray was gonna do and that it probably was necessary to be able to sort out Eddy's wounds.

"Yes sir," Brett said, quickly grabbing the vial and with shaky hands a syringe to draw it up with. He couldn't really get the syringe out of the plastic due to his shaking, though.

"Leave it and come hold him instead," Ray suggested, pushing the knife away so nobody would be hurt. "I'll do it."