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A lost chance

Eddy may have not felt anything besides exhaustion earlier but now he was feeling it catch up with him. His head was throbbing, making him feel like he could implode any second.

The assassin tried not to whine about it though, only hid from the light so it would be less strain on his eyes, meaning less pain in his head. Or so he hoped.

He assumed Brett was still out there somewhere, although he didn't fully know. Everything outside of his bubble felt like it was in the void, ceasing to exist.

For all he cared nothing did exist outside of this, except for Brett. Oddly enough the enigma of a man, Eddy hoped wasn't eaten by the void.

"Brett?," His voice creaked like old floorboards, his throat was so tight and hoarse.

"Yes? Are you in pain? Does your chest hurt?" Brett asked, the worry dripping off his voice as he spoke. Ray had already updated him about them not having what he needed at the first place he could look, and that had scared the crap out of him. Could he really lose Eddy to this? Some stupid ass medication? "You gotta tell me, Eddy."

"My head hurts," Eddy murmured, "Join me? So the darkness doesn't devour you."

Maybe he was a bit loopy too. On the other hand it could seem that he was often in a different head space than most if he had nothing to ground him, keep him focused.

"I... I'm not sure if you'd actually want that," Brett said softly, licking his lips. Being asked to lay down with Eddy always caught him off guard. Obviously he wanted that, but strong hands on his neck had assured him Eddy most definitely didn't. He cleared his throat. "Does your chest hurt, though?"

"It always hurts because there's a hole in it. I do want it, I don't want you to turn into nothingness. It's not safe out there!," They had laid together even after the accident as Eddy so deemed it, so he didn't think too much about it from Brett's perspective. Mostly just thought he should cut off his hands so they couldn't cause him to sin any longer. Having no hands would make violin very hard for him though.

Brett sighed. He wasn't sure if Eddy was saying it out of pity or out of being completely out of it, but he still kicked his shoes off.
"Okay," he said softly. "Last chance to change your mind, I guess."

"Last chances are for losers!" Eddy declared from his pile of blankets. Then immediately regretted being extra while saying it, raising his voice made him break into a coughing fit. It hurt!

"Okay okay, I'm coming in. Don't strain yourself, please, Ray said to rest..." Brett said, even more worried when he began coughing. He slipped himself under the blankets, though he still had his phone in his hand. The updates for Ray were important, as they'd be going to a hospital if Ray couldn't find anything.

Eddy took a few seconds to finish coughing then cleared his throat, "I'll try not to."

His brain settled back down a little before wandering off again. He was half present, half not. The pain triggered something in him, perhaps to cope, being distant from reality meant whatever was causing the pain couldn't hurt him.

Brett's phone vibrated in his hand and he saw Ray's message. The second place didn't have it either.
"Fuck," he muttered, feeling about as scared now as when Eddy was taken. The fear of losing him was just as real now.

Eddy's eyes trailed to Brett or to the lump he assumed was Brett. His eyes focused more on the light of the phone screen, it didn't feel that great to his eyes. Therefore making his throbbing head feel a bit worse, "Fuck what?"

Nonetheless, the younger asked.

"Nothing, really. Just that Ray had to go far to get what we need," Brett lied, giving him what was meant as an assuring smile but that came across as a terrified one. "We'll figure it out, though. Don't worry."

"I'm not worried, no reason to be," Eddy had accepted the fact of his imminent death a long time ago. Whether that was due to being a failure or because of simply not deserving to live. The rhetoric of the organization lived strong in him, plaguing his mind into believing it.

Brett felt his heart sink. He hated hearing Eddy talk like that. It felt like it was his fault, like he had done something wrong, like he was keeping him from Alex and being selfish.
"Oh Eddy, don't... don't talk like that... there's reason to be, but... but we'll fix it..." he said, more quietly now. "It's okay to be worried about yourself, you know. I worry about you. I just want to fix it for you."

"Why are you afraid to lose a ghost?" Eddy sounded genuine even if he was more distant than usual. Despite that he was still trying to understand Brett.

"Cause... cause you're not a ghost. Cause you're Eddy, and... and I care for you so so much and... I..." Brett stuttered, closing his eyes for a moment. "You're so important to me, Eddy, you have no idea. I know we are just... but I love you Eddy. I can't help it, I still do, I don't care what you do to me. I love you, and I think I always will, and I'm terrified to lose you."

Eddy's gaze softened a bit, he knew he was no good. Which meant he was no good for Brett. Gently he pet what he assumed was Brett's arm, trying to give assurance even though he had none to give, "I won't do anything."

He wouldn't harm Brett to the best of his abilities, but it also meant he would do his damndest to not return the feelings. Fact was he did hurt Brett, and he saw that as something that should be a deal breaker. Eddy was a monster who lashed out, it wasn't a risk he wanted to take. He couldn't control Brett but he could maybe control himself, "Death leaves a cavity in your chest too? I won't die then, I'll hold on if I can."

Perhaps it was the death of a lost chance at romance or death in general.

"Thank you," Brett whispered, not really thinking as he pulled Eddy into a hug. "I'm so sorry this is happening to you, but thank you so so so much."

Eddy hugged Brett back, burying his face in Brett's shoulder and closing his eyes. He had no plans to move now, "Welcome."