[ It's a balm to his overheated skin, damp with sweat and clammy to the touch. Eddie's shivering, leaning in to the touch, lips pulling into a trembling smile.
But those big brown eyes are wide and fearful, teary at the corners. He's still dying. Still on his way out. Just in a slightly more comfortable place with a dead man at his beside. ]
You, uh... [ his teeth are chattering. he's so hot but so cold ] manage to save my guitar, Hargrove?
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But those big brown eyes are wide and fearful, teary at the corners. He's still dying. Still on his way out. Just in a slightly more comfortable place with a dead man at his beside. ]
You, uh... [ his teeth are chattering. he's so hot but so cold ] manage to save my guitar, Hargrove?