Hurt - Eddie Munson

14

*Eddie's POV*

I groggily opened my eyes and looked up at the ceiling for a second. God my head is pounding. There was a weight on my chest and I looked down.

Its Lana's head.

Woah.

Last night was actually real.

She's cuddled into my side and I could feel her gentle breathing pressed against my body. My arm, wrapped around her and the sudden realisation makes me move it slightly in shock.

She's doesn't even like me touching her. We must've been so fucked up last night. I hope I didn't say anything bad. I mean I can't have she's asleep in my bed right now. Think Eddie. How did we end up in bed?

Lana quietly groaned as I slowly shifted my arm, not wanting to wake her.

I know we didn't have sex or even get anything close to that, I would definitely remember that, but I can't believe she's really in my arms right now.

Pale bars of light shone through the gaps in my curtain, illuminating parts of her tiny beautiful body. She weighed practically nothing on my chest and it just hit me how skinny she actually was.

I moved my head slightly to look down at her properly. I could feel one of her legs draped over mine, one of her arms wrapped around my stomach, so soft and vulnerable, something I didn't think I'd ever see or feel from her.

You've really just woken up to being cuddled by Lana. This feels so unreal. So unguarded. I've got to try to remember last night.

But right now, I just want to watch her, this might be the only time I see her this relaxed in a long time.

My chest fluttered as I thought about the closeness and I giddily grinned to myself before looking back down at her.

I was shirtless but could feel I still had trousers on. Her head was laying on my chest and her hand against my rib cage. The skin on skin contact was giving me goosebumps.

This is something I never thought I'd feel.

It gets hot in here at night and I could feel and see that Lana's head was really sweaty, her hair clinging to it which I found funny.

Of course she passed out in my thickest sweater, she's gotta be boiling.

Not wanting to move her, I moved the arm she wasn't leaning on to the arm she had wrapped around me and began to gently pull the baggy sweater sleeve down. I could feel how sweaty her palms were too and I also found that funny, knowing I was going to make jokes about how sweaty she was to her later.

But then as the sleeve passed her wrist I saw a red line, similar to ones I've put on myself.

What? Lana can't be doing that.

But then I saw another.

And then another. And then another. And then more and more and more. And they weren't shallow. Some of them weren't even red, they were yellow and sore or with black scabs, at different points of healing.