Six Feet Under : Reddie

Part 8

Eddie couldn't think, he couldn't breath. He was utterly lost as he watched more nurses push the Losers' from the room.

It wasn't possible. No, no it wasn't. How could he be...

No. It must've been some kind of malfunction.

"It was just a malfunction. Right guys?" Eddie asked, his eyes alight with unborn tears.

Bill choked on a sob, unable to look at Eddie as he turned to Stanley, who was covering his own mouth as he held Bill close.

Beverly placed her hand on Eddie's shoulder. "I'm sorry." She squeaked, her voice hardly surpassing a whisper.

Eddie felt the room spin,

"Ready."

Jolt.

Jolt.

Jolt.

Eddie's mind blanked, a darkness overtaking his shortness of breath as he felt the world turn and then...

Nothing.

Richie's eyes glistened in the moonlight,
The bright, yet dulling moonlight.
His place face aglow in the moonlight,
Red glistening blood lacing in the moonlight,
His eyes turn black as coal in the moonlight,
The everlasting moonlight,
Sweet and caring moonlight.
A scream released in the moonlight,
Blood curdling in the moonlight.
Black met Brown in the moonlight,
Words spoken quiet and clear in the moonlight,
"You were too late." He said in the moonlight.
Forever alone was Eddie in the moonlight,
Brown meeting nothing but moonlight.
The ghostly body never lay in the moonlight,
The dark and foreboding moonlight.

Eddie awoke in a cold sweat, his eyes were wide and scared. Looking around the room, he found it wasn't his own. It, was in fact, his best friend Bill's.

"Eh-Eh-Eddie. Ho-ow are you f-f-f-feeling?" He asked, sitting on the floor next to a sleeping Stanley.

At first, Eddie couldn't even bring himself to reply, his eyes staring straight as though Bill had never even spoken.

"Is he really gone...?" He whispered, fearing his voice would crack if he spoke only an octave louder.

Bill smiled sadly, "Rih-Richie's gonna be-be fine." He said.

"W-what?! How?!" Eddie asked, springing up from where he sat.

"Fuck you guys." Stan said, picking his head up. "They stabilized him. He's in a medical coma."

Eddie smiled, new tear's welling in his already red eyes.

"Wh-what happened w-w-was Richie tr-tr-tried to bite his tongue and bl-bl-bleed out." He stated.

"He tried to kill himself?" Eddie whispered, his body ridged with shock.

"Yeah. There was one thing the doctor failed to mention to us." Stanley started, a frown etching on his lips, "Richie can't feel his injuries... Unfortunately he never will." He said.

"What are you saying? Isn't that a good thing?" Eddie asked, looking between the two hopefully.

"Eh-Eh-Eddie... Rih-Richie's p-p-paralyzed from th-th-the n-n-neck do-own." Bill said, his eyes meeting Stanley's, then Eddie's.

"There's nothing they can do?" Eddie asked quietly, his lower lip quivering.

"No." Stanley said wistfully, his eyes watching his fiddling hands that lay in his lap.

He swallowed, nodding gently. "Can I... Go see him?" Eddie asked.

Nodding wordlessly, Bill tossed Eddie the keys to his truck who took off faster than a bullet.

He arrived as quick as he could, rushing straight to Richie's room. He knew he probably wasn't awake yet, but he couldn't bring himself to be away when he woke up.

A few hours past as Eddie sat with his head in his hands, tears like a never-ending waterfall came cascading down his cheeks.

"E..ds."

He turned over to see Richie, a weak smile on his face.

"Jesus fucking Christ don't you ever do that again!" Eddie cried, wrapping his as around the taller teen.

"I'm sorry Eds... I thought it would work." He said.

"Shut up. Just shut up Richie." He scolded, peppering light kissed over his freckles.

"Eds... You don't have to do this just because I'm in here..." Richie said, referring to Eddie's affection.

"I'm not. I'm doing it because I love you too, Chee. Okay? I mean it." Eddie said firmly, his hand resting on Richie's chest.

The raven haired male broke out in a grin, his eyes twinkling. "Yeah, I love you more than your fat mom."

Eddie suppressed his laughter, whacking Richie's arm before his eyes widened.

"Shit I'm sorry! Did I hurt you?" The small teen cried, his eyes enlarged with guilt.

Richie only smiled, with a depressing chuckle. "Eds..."

Eddie caught on to what Richie was saying and a hand flew to his mouth. "Oh my God! Fuck, I'm so sorry, Rich!"

"Don't worry about it." The slightly older teen said with a reassuring smile.

Eddie grinned and leaned over to press a light kiss to Richie's chapped lips.

"Don't ever leave me." He said.

Though Richie did not respond, merely held tighter to the love of his life.

"Eddie. What will my life be now?" He asked seriously, a deep expression playing on his pale features.

"We'll get through this Richie. You're strong, and you'll find a way. It's not as bad as it seems." Eddie said.

"How is it not? I can't even fucking hold a pen, Eds. Hell, I can't even feed myself. I can't even fucking breathe by myself!" He cried, pointing to the tube that went through his neck.

Eddie let out a shaky breath, crawling next to Richie best he could and running his hands through his hair.

Truthfully, what could he say to something like that? It'll be fine? I'm sorry? What pitiful things to say in such a situation.

But what was there to do?

Short chapter, sorry. Lol enjoyyyy.