Bobby really didn’t want to leave you alone right now, not like this.

He didn’t even see when the shot was fired, which he was both glad for and hated. The thought that Eddie had been shot, that you had had to see, that you had almost been shot, would be suffocating him if he couldn’t see how awfully you were taking this.

He had had to fight with the nurses to let both of you stay by Eddie’s bedside. Even Eddie’s girlfriend had long since gone home, but you showed no sign of moving. There was still blood on your face.

“You should eat,” Bobby tried to convince you, wanting you to do anything other than staring at Eddie’s body. “Get some energy back into you, get your face cleaned up”