[ Rich feels his lips tremble before he's forcing out a laugh, blinking away tears he really doesn't want to shed. He should be fucking dehydrated from all the crying he's done in this damn room. ]

Yeah, well, I feel like shit. It's fitting.

[ His own voice sounds rough and he looks even rougher. His hair a mess, more like a seven o'clock shadow on his jaw from not giving two shits about shaving. Even his clothes were a little looser in the weeks he's been coming to the hospital every day.

The dumb fucking clown had just missed Eddie's heart when he stabbed him. Richie was almost dumbfounded to see him awake and talking again after so long.

Guess his bargain was accepted. ]

Do you need something to drink? Some more drugs? A nurse? I'm pretty sure they'll get you high as a kite if you need it, bro.