(Two simple things had happened that really shouldn't be so extraordinary and yet. They were.
Eddie went to sleep.
Eddie woke up.
And now he was in this town. The dream on the way there had been realistic. He still felt like there had been hands wrapped around his ankles even by the time he startled awake alone in bed. Finding the basket had been one thing, sure. Everything inside it was weird too. The first thing he did was take a hit from his inhaler. Two, if he was being honest. He even checked the letter three times over to see if this was somehow an extensive prank.
Eddie felt. Terribly.
Horribly.
Awfully alone. The fear began to swallow him up. This had to be fake- and he didn't eat the food right away. He didn't until his finger tips started to go and then Eddie had screamed his lungs out and downed the entire jar of strawberries that had been left for him. After that? Well. After that Eddie had lugged his basket out, sat promptly on the porch and wrapped his skinny arms around his knees. His cast scrapped his knee and he dropped his head into his arms and let it go. He let himself start crying because why was this happening? Where were his friends? His mom was going to kill him-. What if his body back home just never woke up and he had to be hooked up to some complicated machine? If he ever woke up again...God! His mom would never, ever let him leave her ever again. Did he get some brain tumor and this was it eating away at him? Was he sick? Oh, Christ!)
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Deerington Arrival cw: disease mention (action)
Date: 2018-05-11 12:29 am (UTC)Eddie went to sleep.
Eddie woke up.
And now he was in this town. The dream on the way there had been realistic. He still felt like there had been hands wrapped around his ankles even by the time he startled awake alone in bed. Finding the basket had been one thing, sure. Everything inside it was weird too. The first thing he did was take a hit from his inhaler. Two, if he was being honest. He even checked the letter three times over to see if this was somehow an extensive prank.
Eddie felt. Terribly.
Horribly.
Awfully alone. The fear began to swallow him up. This had to be fake- and he didn't eat the food right away. He didn't until his finger tips started to go and then Eddie had screamed his lungs out and downed the entire jar of strawberries that had been left for him. After that? Well. After that Eddie had lugged his basket out, sat promptly on the porch and wrapped his skinny arms around his knees. His cast scrapped his knee and he dropped his head into his arms and let it go. He let himself start crying because why was this happening? Where were his friends? His mom was going to kill him-. What if his body back home just never woke up and he had to be hooked up to some complicated machine? If he ever woke up again...God! His mom would never, ever let him leave her ever again. Did he get some brain tumor and this was it eating away at him? Was he sick? Oh, Christ!)