thesophiebaker:
eric—matthews:
All Eric remembered was fighting with -A, that was it. The moment that he felt someone’s hand on his chest, his eyes shot open. He gasp lightly, seeing the two faces stare back at him and he winced right away due to the pain on his chest. But his eyes went back to the redhead, blinking his eyes at first to make sure it wasn’t Emma. It wasn’t. “Sophie?” His eyes drifted over to Brad. “Brad?” They were dead. Did that mean he was dead? Fuck. Was he dead? “Am I dead?” He winced out, his ribs hurt. Which meant that they were probably bruised. His hand went to his chest, and he felt the blood and he knew what happened and he winced again. Imogen. Fuck. He didn’t get a chance to say goodbye. Just gave her a quick peck before he left that morning and kissed Brooklyn’s head. “I can’t be dead..” This all felt to real for him to dead. // @thesophiebaker
Sophie reached for the bag when Brad came back over, digging around in it quickly. She spotted his chest when he did and nodded, wincing as she pulled out some of her medical supplies. They were never able to have much down here but this was an emergency - clearly. “Shit–” She jumped a little, having not expected Eric to move at all. “Hey… hey..” She shook her head at him. “You’re not… you’re not dead, Eric, but you have to stay still…. you have to let me help.”
@brad-everett
Brad was a bit surprised himself when Eric had opened his eyes, he had been there himself. “Yeah it’s us, but you aren’t dead. Eric trust me you are very much alive. And we have to keep you that way.” He told him, looking at over Eric for a moment. “Trust me you aren’t dead.” He could still see the panic in Eric’s face. Which left him no choice but to hit him, that seemed to startle him into some type of reality. “Sorry, I had to. Look we are going to fix you up and you are going to answer some questions, alright?”















