(It doesn't take a genius to notice the discomfort on Eddie's face, the way he keeps fooling with the injured ankle. He's in pain, Richie knows he needs some type of medical attention or his mom will flip her shit. She'll place the blame on Richie none the less, always corrupting her precious baby boy.

Fuck, if all she knew. Richie had claimed Eddie's virginity just weeks ago. In the back seat of his this very car. )

I told you my hand was fine.(He mutters but Eddie is already at work, he's extremely good at all of this first aid stuff. Richie squirms in his seat, eyes fully focused on the way Eddie cleans him up but the gentle rubbing doesn't stop him from yanking his hand back, a series of curses words spilling from his lips.

His knuckles are on fire as the alcohol sinks into open cuts.)

Fine.

(He replies lowly as he nurses his burning hand by keeping it close to his chest.)