( He's still shaking like a leaf in the fucking wind by the time Richie calls him back. There is a curse as Eddie fumbles and near drops the damn thing onto the pavement before managing to answer the call and is immediately (unsurprisingly) hit with a wave of literal word vomit from his husband. There is a long pause where Eddie just sits and listens before breathing in a shaky breath of air into his lungs. It's such a small thing just to hear Richie's voice but it has a calming effect that helps the panic building and threatening to close his lungs up.

Yet he finds it hard to speak up and in the silence that follows he realizes that it probably isn't helping Rich's nerves either because he knows Richie is on edge too. In the background there is still noise from where the tow-truck is loading his car up but he finally finds his voice, breathes in deep. )

I'm not at the hospital, dickwad. I'm sitting outside that stupid fucking deli near downtown. The one that sells those Reuben sandwiches that you like? ( He breathes in deep once and then twice. ) Are you driving? Don't fucking drive and talk, Rich. I just got into an accident doing exactly that!

( He's yelling but there is an unmistakable shake in his voice and Eddie, finally, hears his lungs lock up with a harsh wheezing sound. )

Fuck, this is― this is just fucking shit― I don't know what the fuck is happening, Rich.