[ The fact that Tommy glares at her does roll right off her back, Eddie just gives him the most angelic look she can manage — admittedly, not all that angelic, although her big brown eyes do a lot of heavy lifting on that front — before pointedly cooperating with the medic who's giving her a work-over, smiling beatifically like butter wouldn't melt in her mouth.
Her expression turns a lot more triumphant when Tommy actually scoots forward a little and grabs for his shirt, yanking it up and off in one smooth motion that Eddie shamelessly ogles.
She didn't think he'd actually do it. Her glee is tempered a little by the pronouncement that he actually will need stitches, a little frown creasing her eyebrows even as she follows her medic's finger as he moves it from side to side, his bright-ass pen light shining into her face as he presumably checks her pupils. He gives her a cold pack for her head, rattles off instructions that she could recite in her sleep, and then moves away from her, presumably to assist his colleague.
Eddie drags her chair over to Tommy and sits herself down beside him, shoulder to shoulder again. ]
Nice ink. [ Yes, she is going to sit here with him while he gets stitched up, and no, she's not going to say anything about it. She hates getting stitches. It's the literal worst. She's here to act as moral support. ] I figured from the shirt you were Army, but that's cinched it.
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Her expression turns a lot more triumphant when Tommy actually scoots forward a little and grabs for his shirt, yanking it up and off in one smooth motion that Eddie shamelessly ogles.
She didn't think he'd actually do it. Her glee is tempered a little by the pronouncement that he actually will need stitches, a little frown creasing her eyebrows even as she follows her medic's finger as he moves it from side to side, his bright-ass pen light shining into her face as he presumably checks her pupils. He gives her a cold pack for her head, rattles off instructions that she could recite in her sleep, and then moves away from her, presumably to assist his colleague.
Eddie drags her chair over to Tommy and sits herself down beside him, shoulder to shoulder again. ]
Nice ink. [ Yes, she is going to sit here with him while he gets stitched up, and no, she's not going to say anything about it. She hates getting stitches. It's the literal worst. She's here to act as moral support. ] I figured from the shirt you were Army, but that's cinched it.