[ So Eddie heads over to run water over the cut, grimacing at the pain. At least the bleeding has slowed somewhat, but that doesn't mean he can't still get a nasty infection. That'd be just his fucking luck. He dries it carefully with one of the hand towels in the bathroom, leaving a red streak through the fluffy terrycloth. Whatever, that's what bleach is for, right?
When he returns to Wanda, he holds his hand out again, but there's something else on his mind, too. ]
So... Can I ask what you were trying to do back there? With the door?
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[ So Eddie heads over to run water over the cut, grimacing at the pain. At least the bleeding has slowed somewhat, but that doesn't mean he can't still get a nasty infection. That'd be just his fucking luck. He dries it carefully with one of the hand towels in the bathroom, leaving a red streak through the fluffy terrycloth. Whatever, that's what bleach is for, right?
When he returns to Wanda, he holds his hand out again, but there's something else on his mind, too. ]
So... Can I ask what you were trying to do back there? With the door?