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“ Hey. Hey. You okay? ” How ironic is it that he’s asking when he looks a little rough himself?
“I--yeah, uh. Yeah. Been worse.” rattled more than anything else, the teen struggled for words for a moment before managing this reply. “Uh--are you?”
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“You’re probably right.” He would be the one to leave in that case, if past experiences were anything to go by. “Yes, there is, and you’re close. It’s vegetarian. But no, it’s not a moral thing. I actually liked meat, once upon a time. But.. I guess at some point I got tired of throwing up rotten meat and just stopped trying to eat it.”
“Makes sense to me. Guess it’s more obvious when fruit and stuff goes bad, yeah? Gets all brown or moldy. Guess we were lucky, didn't have to worry about it being rotten. Whatever shite was in those things, it was edible enough to keep it in us, and it kept forever.”
“Wha– of course I’m going to feed you, there’s nothing amazing about that.” He’s not the kind of person that would save their lives just to have them starve to death anyway because they weren’t able to fend for themselves after all. “I know I don’t have to, and you know there’s no rush on things either, right? I’m not going to kick you out just because your wounds have healed.”
"With that hunk of gold you call a heart, bet somebody could pull a knife on you and you still wouldn’t kick ‘em out.” he spoke dryly, yet an appreciative grin curled crookedly on his face. “But I was gonna ask--how come you don’t eat meat? Like nothin’ against it or anything, just wondering if it’s like a moral thing or if you just don’t like it. There’s a word for that, yeah? Vegetable-arian or something?”
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"Yeah, uh--it's not raining or anything. I fell into a fountain."
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"Whoa, whoa, whoa! Slow down! You don't want to get even more hurt, do you?"
"Tell me where it hurts."
"Whoa, that's purple... It looks like your shoulder is dislocated."
"Oh my god. Are you okay?"
"You're bleeding... You're bleeding bad..."
"This is gonna hurt..."
"Holy crap! I may not know much about human anatomy, but legs don't bend that way!"
"It's all swollen up..."
"You have a black eye. Where you fighting with someone?"
"Okay... Okay, hospital. Hospital, now."
"I think you have a concussion."
"Calm down! Calm down! Your ankle is sprained, okay?"
"Here, lean on me."
"I'm gonna need more bandaids..."
"What the hell happened to you!?"
"Here, I need to clean you up. This might sting a bit..."
"We need to get the bullet out..."
"Oh my god, you've been shot!"
"Did... did you get beat up!?"
"Just hold on. You're gonna be fine..."
"Look out for that car!"
"Wake up! Oh god, please wake up!"
"You're alive! Oh, thank god!"
"I'm no doctor, but you should have that looked at. It's bleeding a lot..."
"What is that? Are there bandages under your shirt?"
"Why is your arm wrapped up like that? And are those blood stains!?"
"You must have hit the back of your head really hard."
"Look at me. Just look at me and stay awake. Can you do that?"
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He doesn’t admit to anything outright, but this look passes Bruce’s face like he knows exactly what he means. When you’re hungry enough to eat anything, literally anything will do. “I don’t eat meat that often, but if we ever get the chance to stock the freezer with some, I’ll cook a steak for you so you can try it.”
"Doc, come on," Edgar began around a mouthful of cracker, "You don't have to do all that. It's amazing that you're feeding us in the first place, don't buy something just for me like that." Though he knew the good doctor wouldn't expect repayment, in Edgar's mind the debt kept piling up. How could he ever make all of this up to him? "As soon as I get up on my feet, heal up some more and all, I'm gonna get a job and I can get my own steak."
"What’s even in those protein blocks? You always make them sound so foul whenever you bring them up." Now that he’s made himself comfortable on the other end of the couch, it’s easier for Bruce to reach over ad offer him some of the crackers he had been nibbling on before this conversation started. "You really want to eat steak that badly?"
"I asked Curtis when he found out, but he said I didn't want to know, and I took his word for it." he replied dryly. "When you're starving and you've only got one option, y'know, you don't really want to know how shitty it is. And--you know, all the older folks talked about the stuff they missed, talked about the way things were. They all said steak was like the best thing, well a lot of them did, so I just figured." a shrug, almost sheepish, as he accepted the crackers. How little Edgar knew of the world, how much he had still to learn.
"Oh yeah, y’know, taking in a couple of strangers that just so happen to be bleeding out on your doorstep really puts a nice finish to the day." The crooked smile was met with one of Bruce’s small ones. "You don’t have to thank me, Edgar."
"You say that, but I'm still gonna figure something out. If it wasn't for you, I'd have died never eating anything but fuckin' protein blocks." he chuckled, finally relaxing enough to flop down on the opposite end of the couch. "And now, I might actually get the chance to eat steak one of these days."
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"Uh huh." He’s pretty sure he got all that, and if he did that means that Edgar only knows half the story. Anything that came after this big fight for the water supply section would have to wait until Curtis was ready to talk about it. "You said before that his blood trail was how you found your way to my cabin, right? So everything after the wreck has just been me patching things up and keeping an eye on the two of you."
"Yeah, savin' a couple of lives that just turned up outside, all in a day's work." Edgar's lips curled into a crooked smile, though his eyes showed genuine gratitude. "Really--don't know how to ever thank you, doc. Curtis, he's--well he's the closest thing I've got to family."
could i quick ask who your fc is? i remember having seen him somewhere but i can't quite wrap my finger around his name, so!! <33
Oh the actor's name is Jamie Bell! I use images of him from Nymphomaniac and from Jumper along with ones of actual Edgar in Snowpiercer, since the poor thing only made it half the movie. |:
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"You alright man? You look like you've seen a ghost." Somehow, the average person's instinct not to start conversations with total strangers was entirely lost on Edgar.
"So it’s not only flammable waste and a potential explosive, but a drug as well, and you had a lot of it with you to bribe this addict security guy with. Alright, what happened after that?"
"Okay, well the whole point of this was for us at the tail to get all the way to Wilford, right, because if we got to him, we had all the power. And then they couldn't fuckin' step on us all the time. And Curtis made all these plans with Gilliam--uh, Gilliam was this old guy that was kinda Curtis's mentor, looked out for him and all--but they made all these plans, and it worked great until Wilford's soldiers gathered up in this open car right before the water supply section.
"And that's where everything went to hell, you know, there was a big fight and people dyin' all over the place. And that's--" Edgar cut off, swallowing, before shaking his head and pushing on. "That's when I got stabbed and all. So--after that, I guess it's a lot of fighting until Curtis made it to the engine and blew the damn thing up." a shrug, before a hand lifted to rub the back of his neck. "Next thing I know, I'm bleedin' onto the snow and the train's a hunk of wreckage."
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"Hey! Want a free cookie?"
Sure enough, in his hands was a half-empty plate of sugar cookies. Plain, yes, but still freshly baked from the bakery whose storefront he stood before. If it wasn't obvious already, the uniform he wore drove it home--he was giving out free samples.
