( He says quietly, frowning and idly pulling at the ace wrap covering his ankle as Eddie pulls his leg up. Pointedly Eddie tries to ignore the feel that ignites inside him when Richie's arm wraps around his waist so he focuses instead on the other's bruised and bloody hands with a huff. Carefully he reaches forward, opening the glovebox and removing the small first aid kit that he had hidden away in there. )
Give me your hand. ( He says, his own hand held out but is more than willing to grab one of Richie's hands if he doesn't offer it up. Quietly he works, ripping open a small alcohol wipe and starts to clean his knuckles. ) And, no. We're not going to the fucking hospital.
( It's said with almost a hiss of angry but not toward Richie but rather just the general thought of having to go to the hospital. )
If I wanted to go then I'd have had my mom come and pick me up.
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( He says quietly, frowning and idly pulling at the ace wrap covering his ankle as Eddie pulls his leg up. Pointedly Eddie tries to ignore the feel that ignites inside him when Richie's arm wraps around his waist so he focuses instead on the other's bruised and bloody hands with a huff. Carefully he reaches forward, opening the glovebox and removing the small first aid kit that he had hidden away in there. )
Give me your hand. ( He says, his own hand held out but is more than willing to grab one of Richie's hands if he doesn't offer it up. Quietly he works, ripping open a small alcohol wipe and starts to clean his knuckles. ) And, no. We're not going to the fucking hospital.
( It's said with almost a hiss of angry but not toward Richie but rather just the general thought of having to go to the hospital. )
If I wanted to go then I'd have had my mom come and pick me up.