Hurt - Eddie Munson

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*Eddie's POV*

"Sshhh it's okay." I whispered, trying to calm the shaking girl sat in my arms.

Steve had shook her awake as I held her up. I could still see the bruises and cuts on her legs, most of the cuts obviously being self inflicted, but had to try to not think about it.

She was far too fucked up to see the way me and Steve were looking at her, it was bad. I felt her head rolling back and her body going fully limp every couple of minutes, meaning I had to keep holding her up and keeping her awake.

I couldn't let myself think too deeply about the situation or I think I would've cried, I just had to numb myself and fix it before it could get worse.

"Can you put your fingers down your throat?" I softly asked, knowing the answer would be no but wanting to ask anyway. I don't think she even heard my words, her body going limp again.

Steve shot me a look and shook his head as he held out the sick bowl.

I'm gonna have to do it.

God I never thought I'd be having to do this shit again.

Quickly, I put my hand in her mouth and felt around until I reached the back and heard her gag. I could feel the tears running down her face and onto my hands but had to grit my teeth and ignore it. She might hate me for this right now but if I don't get those pills out of her she might die.

Clearly panicked and scared, she bit my hand hard but I kept it in there until I felt the vomit hit my finger tips, quickly pulling it out and letting the sick fall into the bowl.

"Stop it." She sobbed, her words barely understandable through the sobs. "Please just let me sleep."

This poor girl.

I can't believe I'm putting her through even more discomfort just after she's been raped.

Does she even know what happened?

God this is horrible.

I have to do this though, she might die if I don't.

Steve shot me a sympathetic look before putting one of his hands on Lana's knee and gently rubbing it.

"We have to do this Lana, you've taken too many pills." He whispered, looking up at her with clear pain on his bruised face.

Maybe he's not so bad. I'm kind of glad he's here right now.

"We'll only go two more times okay?" I nearly whimpered, hating the way she was crying and weakly trying to push away from me.

I'm doing this for your own good.

I put my hand in her mouth again. She bit down less hard this time but still it would've hurt if I wasn't running on adrenaline.