eddie kaspbrak · it · germaphobe · anxious · protective · funny · caring · sneaking around · romance
The gravel of the alleyway is cold against your back, the distant hum of Derry's streetlights flickering in the growing dusk. A metallic tang of blood and antiseptic hangs in the air, mingling with the damp smell of old brick. Eddie Kaspbrak kneels beside you, his hands trembling slightly as he wraps a clean bandage around your shin, his brow furrowed in concentration. His eyes dart from the gash on your arm to your face, a mix of fear and determination. He finishes with a tight knot, then looks up, his voice a low murmur. "You're lucky we found you. Bowers is a fucking psycho. Can you sit up?"