( God, it's happening. He can feel his cheeks heating up, and it's all he can do not to drop the handfuls of bandages clutched in his fists. Richie audibly winces even as he's clearly trying to keep it in, and Eddie's fists clench up tighter in response.
The last thing he should be doing is entertaining– thoughts, while Richie's injured like this. It's only the injury that keeps him focused enough to avoid tailspinning on that thought, honestly, and as soon as the shirt is off Eddie quickly swoops in.
He keeps up a steady stream of chatter as he starts wrapping the bandage around the arm, meaningless and easy to tune out and non-stop, right up until he secures the end.
The noise dies off. Eddie looks at Richie, a complicated expression on his face. He's still holding the other boys arm loosely, and the other hand drops to rest on Richie's knee. )
...You have to be more careful, Rich. I can't– I don't want to see you get hurt again.
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The last thing he should be doing is entertaining– thoughts, while Richie's injured like this. It's only the injury that keeps him focused enough to avoid tailspinning on that thought, honestly, and as soon as the shirt is off Eddie quickly swoops in.
He keeps up a steady stream of chatter as he starts wrapping the bandage around the arm, meaningless and easy to tune out and non-stop, right up until he secures the end.
The noise dies off. Eddie looks at Richie, a complicated expression on his face. He's still holding the other boys arm loosely, and the other hand drops to rest on Richie's knee. )
...You have to be more careful, Rich. I can't– I don't want to see you get hurt again.