Sorry for trying to figure out how to replace all the blood he lost while he was dying.
[ Snapping, he loses his grit as he looks over Eddie's state in the bed. He's so pale, they both are. It looks ... off.
Steve's shoulders slump. Who else can handle being a bloodbank? Not the girls (he'll piss them off arguing against it if he has to), no way the kids. Jonathan? Maybe.
Jesus.
It's just him.
The highkey blend of fear and stress cancels each other out into a numbness that lets him sit on the edge of Eddie's bed, back to him with shoulders bowed. ]
Fine. Do it, use me. You need to use someone, right? I don't want you dying again, man. It's fine.
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Date: 2022-08-06 10:20 pm (UTC)[ Snapping, he loses his grit as he looks over Eddie's state in the bed. He's so pale, they both are. It looks ... off.
Steve's shoulders slump. Who else can handle being a bloodbank? Not the girls (he'll piss them off arguing against it if he has to), no way the kids. Jonathan? Maybe.
Jesus.
It's just him.
The highkey blend of fear and stress cancels each other out into a numbness that lets him sit on the edge of Eddie's bed, back to him with shoulders bowed. ]
Fine. Do it, use me. You need to use someone, right? I don't want you dying again, man. It's fine.