( Funny how only a week ago Steve would have scoffed at the mere suggestion he invite Eddie Munson to his birthday. Now he wouldn't have it any other way. They only have to make it there.
Every inch of his body hurts. He feels as if someone's twisting knives in his belly. His entire back is on fire, and he thinks he's probably made a mistake by laying on it like this. Yet, despite the pain, he can feel sleep trying to settle its way into his bones. He's so fucking tired. But if he falls asleep, he thinks, he might not wake up. Or worse, he might wake up to find Eddie won't.
He fights his drooping eyelids and decides to keep talking. That's what they always say to do in the movies, right? Just keep talking. Help is on the way. Blah blah blah.
So, uh, yeah. Birthday parties. )
We just can't go too crazy. Henderson would kill me if he wasn't invited. I'm thinking pool party. Everybody likes a pool party.
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( Funny how only a week ago Steve would have scoffed at the mere suggestion he invite Eddie Munson to his birthday. Now he wouldn't have it any other way. They only have to make it there.
Every inch of his body hurts. He feels as if someone's twisting knives in his belly. His entire back is on fire, and he thinks he's probably made a mistake by laying on it like this. Yet, despite the pain, he can feel sleep trying to settle its way into his bones. He's so fucking tired. But if he falls asleep, he thinks, he might not wake up. Or worse, he might wake up to find Eddie won't.
He fights his drooping eyelids and decides to keep talking. That's what they always say to do in the movies, right? Just keep talking. Help is on the way. Blah blah blah.
So, uh, yeah. Birthday parties. )
We just can't go too crazy. Henderson would kill me if he wasn't invited. I'm thinking pool party. Everybody likes a pool party.