[ eddie remains on the ground, watches steve stumble and feels the wholly unfamiliar urge to get up and somehow ease this. something’s wrong. he can’t figure out what as steve coughs up blood and eddie fights with himself, makes himself stay still because he finally has some goddamn self control.
he barely notices the bandages though, stares at the wound on steve’s neck because he’s supposed to fix that and—- then there’s blood. a blood bag. it doesn’t look or smell as appetizing but fuck, beggars can’t be choosers. so eddie lunges for that before he goes steve again, rips the back open and winces because the bloods cold on his tongue and stale compared to directly from the source but he drinks it, chugs it down because this is what they should have done if steve could somehow summon shit like blood bags.
he drains it, sits panting after throwing the bag to ground. he feels grateful, he does, but still like something steve should run from. and yet, he feels wrong. he looks human again, or at least more human. his skins not pasty anymore, though he’s still paler than he’s ever been and everything but the fangs are back to normal. they’re shorter now though, leaking something into his mouth and instinct is still screaming at it. ] I— I think I can fix it. Your neck.
I— sorry, I know I can. I can fix it. [ except does he?? he knows he wants to and thinks, finally, the hungers is gone and he can control himself at least to fix that and let steve run. ]
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he barely notices the bandages though, stares at the wound on steve’s neck because he’s supposed to fix that and—- then there’s blood. a blood bag. it doesn’t look or smell as appetizing but fuck, beggars can’t be choosers. so eddie lunges for that before he goes steve again, rips the back open and winces because the bloods cold on his tongue and stale compared to directly from the source but he drinks it, chugs it down because this is what they should have done if steve could somehow summon shit like blood bags.
he drains it, sits panting after throwing the bag to ground. he feels grateful, he does, but still like something steve should run from. and yet, he feels wrong. he looks human again, or at least more human. his skins not pasty anymore, though he’s still paler than he’s ever been and everything but the fangs are back to normal. they’re shorter now though, leaking something into his mouth and instinct is still screaming at it. ] I— I think I can fix it. Your neck.
I— sorry, I know I can. I can fix it. [ except does he?? he knows he wants to and thinks, finally, the hungers is gone and he can control himself at least to fix that and let steve run. ]