Edward's heart is racing, and although he doesn't necessarily trust this guy, he knows he can't make it back up to the bed. He wants answers, too, and has a million questions. If getting back into the hospital bed is the only way this person will help him, then he'll do it.
He clings to the suit of armour tightly when he's lifted, his body trembling a little, both from the anxiety and from the pain. He's weak, sore and unsure, but he can't help the little sigh of relief when he's placed back into the bed. It's comfortable at the very least, and he wiggles up so the pillows are more supporting his back than anything.
"I don't understand." His fingers grip the bedsheets, knuckles of his flesh hand white with tension.
i love them too. i return from the hells of busy.
Edward's heart is racing, and although he doesn't necessarily trust this guy, he knows he can't make it back up to the bed. He wants answers, too, and has a million questions. If getting back into the hospital bed is the only way this person will help him, then he'll do it.
He clings to the suit of armour tightly when he's lifted, his body trembling a little, both from the anxiety and from the pain. He's weak, sore and unsure, but he can't help the little sigh of relief when he's placed back into the bed. It's comfortable at the very least, and he wiggles up so the pillows are more supporting his back than anything.
"I don't understand." His fingers grip the bedsheets, knuckles of his flesh hand white with tension.