His Salvation [Eddie Munson]

Chapter Twenty

* Cue the sad songs *

The car comes to a stop, pulling me from my thoughts. I look up and see Eddie's trailer. Robin turns around from the driver's seat and looks at us. Eddie's head is resting on my shoulder. He dozed off during the car ride from the hospital.

"Thank you for picking us up," I whisper to robin.

"Of course. I'm just glad you are both okay."  She smiles softly.

It's weird not being in Eddie's van. I can't believe it was towed. We were told it wasn't worth fixing because it's so old. I could tell Eddie was upset about letting it go. To be honest, so was I. The van holds a lot of memories and I wasn't expecting to say goodbye to them.

I liked the idea of the van going with Eddie when he moved. That he would think about me or the memories we shared every time he drove it around in Seattle. Now, it's just another thing left behind as he moves forward in life.

"Eddie?" I whisper and squeeze his hand that I've been holding since we got in the car.

He slowly lifts his head from my shoulder and looks up at Robin. She smiles at him. "You are home."

He touches his head, groaning in pain. The doctor said he has a minor concussion and to rest for the next couple of days. He received three stitches on the far side of his forehead where his head hit the window.

"Thanks." He mutters to Robin as we start getting out of the backseat.

I help him walk to the trailer since he's still unbalanced and woozy. My body is still in pain, but I endure it. I'm lucky to have walked away with only a sore body and a strained neck.

I look over at Robin as we pass her car window. "Thanks again. I'll call you."

"Okay. Get some rest." She says to both of us. I grab Eddie's keys from my bag and open the door. I hear Robin's car drive off before I close the door behind us.

It's three in the morning, but it feels like I haven't slept in three days. I throw my bag on the kitchen counter and kick off my shoes. Eddies arm is around my shoulder for support as we walk toward his room.

"Sit down and I'll help you with your shoes."  He lowers himself onto the bed with my help. He groans with every movement. I'm starting to have deja vu from the night we met.

I pull off his shoes and place them by his closet. He starts trying to take off his jacket and I stop him. "I got it," I say softly. I peel his jacket off and his shirt. His skin is warm again my fingers as I help him lay down.

He's still wearing his jeans. "Can I help you take your jeans off? I don't think they will be too comfortable to sleep in."

His eyes struggle to meet mine. He's so tired. "Okay."  The words barely leave his lips.