Buck broke into Eddie bedroom… it was destroyed. Everything was knocked over and broken. The wall had been punched and his mattress was ripped off his bed. As Buck walked further into the room, he saw Eddie sobbing in the corner holding the bag he had used to smash his belongings with his bloodied knuckles.

After a while of comforting Eddie, Buck spoke up, wanting to get to the root of the problem to help him out.

“Well, W- what are you afraid of?”

Eddie looked up at Buck with his puppy eyes, his puff, tear streaked face visibility scared.

“That I’m never gonna feel normal again,” Eddie looked at Buck, almost pleading for him to get him out of this mess.