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Seconds into Forever

Eddy had been out for around 5 hours. It wasn't supposed to take that long for him to wake up under the anesthetic. It left them worried when he had been out that long. Now he began to stir though. His groggy eyes opened, not recognizing where he was. He recognized that the room was dark and he was in a bed. That was all. Eddy had an unsettling feeling run through him. Where was he? What had happened? Was he in hell? Well if he were in hell then it was a bit more comfortable than he thought it would be. He supposed he could rule out hell for now. An unsettling feeling filled him as if sensing something that had been watching him. His body felt too sluggish to actually make an effort to fight anything or anyone. Instead he pulled the blankets over his head with some loud sniffles.

"Eddy?" Brett asked softly from the chair next to his bed. He had been resting his eyes for a moment, but was woken up by the sound of the blankets moving. "You're awake. Oh my god you are awake. How are you feeling?"

Eddy recognized that voice, it was Brett right? Right? He could only hope. Carefully he lowered the blankets from over his head to try to see where the man was. He didn't really remember what happened during certain times. Such as when he was slaughtering other lessor field agents, there was a gap of memory there and when he panicked after getting out of the car. He didn't know how he ended up here. Maybe he didn't want to know either, "Not good... Can you turn the lights on."
His voice sounded raspy and dry, probably from his crying and screaming.

Brett reached over and turned on the light on the nightstand, revealing that they were in the guest room.

"I know, I'm sorry," he answered to the fact he wasn't feeling well. "Ray said it's probably the anaesthetic making you feel wonky, but you also lost quite a bit of blood."

"Oh..." Eddy squinted his eyes when the lights were turned on. It burned his eyes slightly, but he asked for them so he wouldn't whine about it. He put his head in his okay hand, he felt a headache coming on.

"God, I was so scared," Brett said softly, licking his lips. "I should've come with you, or driven you over... I'm sorry this happened, Eddy, I really am."

"It's okay, it's not your fault," Eddy felt a bit woozy, he snuggled a bit in the pillows. He felt so sick, he wanted to puke. He would try to keep it in though because he had nothing in his stomach.

"It.. it is, though," Brett sighed, running a hand through his hair and shaking his head. This wasn't the time to talk about this, though. "Can I get you anything? Some water?"

"Water, please and maybe a bucket," A puke bucket never hurt anyone, especially when his stomach felt like it was churning. Eddy closed his eyes to try to help his headache.

"Of course, I'll be right back," Brett said, quickly getting out of his chair and half jogging over to the stuff Ray had gotten ready for them after he had cleaned off all of the blood he had gotten on himself from treating Eddy's wounds. A bucket was among those things, so Brett started by placing that next to the bed before grabbing a glass to go fill it up with cold water.

Eddy listened to Brett moving since he didn't want to open his eyes. They hurt like his head and stomach. Why did shit always happen? Maybe he deserved it for everything wrong he had done.

Once the glass was filled, Brett brought it back to the nightstand and sat down again.
"Want some help with getting some water down? Ray said you'd probably be quite dehydrated by the time you woke up," he asked softly. "It's probably part of the reason you feel so unwell."

"I do need help, I feel like I may barf though Brett so maybe don't move me too much?" Eddy opened his eyes a little crack, just to look at the man, "Ugh, everything hurts...Is the area Ray broke okay?"