[ 01 ] sender comes to receiver with a wound they have been keeping secret and has become infected. (Beverly)
White-hot anger rippled from the wound as the shirt was lifted, the skin surrounding the gash red and prickly. Eddie didn't need to inspect it to know an infection had taken root, recoiling for a moment as panic gripped in his chest, a heady mix of annoyance and anxiety battling it out in his thoughts.
"Why the fuck didn't you tell anyone?" Ire made way for concern, the edge in his voice softened slightly by the pain evident on Beverly's expression. "Shit, Bev -- You gotta go to the emergency room."


















