[Eddie bites and Billy lets him: there’s nothing to take, though. It’s all recycled blood, useless and empty. But it hurts, and Billy could get used to that. He hasn’t hurt in a long time; hasn’t felt anything in a long time. So he holds Eddie against his shoulder: watches the change with a breathless kind of glee.
He watches the wounds fight to heal. Knows they’d do it faster with real blood. He’ll have to get something, he realises. Maybe from the gutted Hawkins General abandoned here. Maybe someone will fall through a gate instead, just the way Eddie had. ] Easy, killer. I know it hurts.
[He could kiss Eddie Munson right now just for simply making it. He just might.] I know you’re hungry, too, I know. Hold on a bit longer.
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Date: 2022-08-02 10:25 am (UTC)He watches the wounds fight to heal. Knows they’d do it faster with real blood. He’ll have to get something, he realises. Maybe from the gutted Hawkins General abandoned here. Maybe someone will fall through a gate instead, just the way Eddie had. ] Easy, killer. I know it hurts.
[He could kiss Eddie Munson right now just for simply making it. He just might.] I know you’re hungry, too, I know. Hold on a bit longer.