@fxckin-blackbeard (cont)
❝Oh, fuck off twat.❞ Izzy glares at Ed when he made that little comment, but just like Ed, he doesn't really mean it, he even suppresses a smile. Last few days have been like Izzy is in a dream. Nothing quite feels real. He is being taken care of, he is resting, he still feels weak, disoriented. Perhaps it feels strange because it's the first time that Izzy had been so close to death, perhaps it's because people seem to actually want to make sure he is not just alive, but feeling comfortable too. He isn't sure if it is going to last and he is not going to admit that a part of him likes this attention, even though it sometimes makes him feel like he is useless.
Still, he wants to try to do some things on his own and even though it takes him a moment, he manages to sit up on his own and drink the water that for some reason Ed thinks it's miraculous. ❝You've been drinkin' anythin' but rum, Eddie?❞ he asks, trying not to sound too concerned ❝I'm not the only one that needs water❞












