Best friends, and THAT'S all... ♡Eddie munson♡

Strangers in aisle 2.

For a couple nights around 2am I've driven to her place, each time an attempt at maybe talking properly with her but I've just sat in my van by the side of the road being too much of a coward to actually knock and just fucking talk.
I didn't park in her driveway not once because she'd hear my van pull up and I was worried I'd make her feel scared or something, she probably doesn't even want to see or speak with me and I wouldn't blame her,each night I went I was wondering if she'd finally be sleeping, but I'd noticed her lights were always on...

I'm hardly able to focus on anything right now, I feel awful for what I've done, I can't even stay focused at work and every little thing would piss me off.
I was working on a repair job and the wrench slipped, slicing the side of my hand open on some sharp metal
"SON OF A BITCH!"
Shouting as I throw the wrench onto the floor, shaking my cut hand with clenched teeth,mumbling
"God fucking damn it"
as blood starts dripping down the side of my hand to my forearm, kicking a plastic bucket into the tools cabinet just as Kent walks over
"Jesus kid what did that bucket ever do to you?"

He asks cleaning off his hands.
"Sorry. Sliced my damn hand..."
I reply picking up the bucket and standing it up right.
"You sure it's just the hand that's pissing you off?"
He adds digging around in his pocket pulling out a bandage,
taking it out of the wrapper and putting it around my hand for me. I never talk to people about my problems, I've only done that with YN.
"...Just- I've had a bad headache since this morning,that's all. Sorry I didn't mean to flip."
I apologise rubbing the back of my neck, he finishes with my hand.
"No no it's fine Munson. Tell you what. It's been quiet today. Shops mostly empty, head home, sleep it off"

"Are you sure...? I can just take 5 and be back, I'm still-"
**remembering I'm still saving for the apartment but I don't even know if it's even happening now....**
"I'm still- saving up."
kinda hesitant on going home because I hadn't even finished the work I was doing
"It's okay, come back with a clearer head tomorrow,we've got a last minute repair job that was called in anyways, you can take that one. But you can't work if you fuck your hand up more"
I nod agreeing,tired and now my hand fucking stings.
"Thanks,boss. See you tomorrow then"
He pats my shoulder and I make my way over to the lockers grabbing my things.

Pulling up to the pile of metal I call home and slamming the van door shut,heading inside greeted by Wayne on the sofa with his feet up
"Your home early"
He says, I lift my arm showing the bloody bandaged hand walking over to the sink,
making him stand up fast
"Jesus kid"
Putting down his mug and getting the first-aid kit from the top cabinet.
I unwrap my hand and hold it under running water to clean it,squinting slightly as it stung.

"You alright?"
Wayne asks standing beside me with a fresh bandage and a towel, I could tell he was concerned and sensed something else was up, I've been off all week not really saying much, but I don't want to burden him with my crap.
"I'm fine."
turning off the tap and taking the towel carefully drying my hand as he takes out the new bandages, it starts bleeding again
"Come ON..."
groaning between my teeth, even this was making me aggravated,

causing wayne look up,he grabs my wrist and raises my arm
"Keep it raised above your head son,it'll reduce the flow of blood"
I lean back against the sink and keep it above my head as he cleans the blood from my arm then takes a look at the gash in my hand
"How'd you manage this then..."
He asks me looking in the kit again for something
"Wrench slipped against some sharp metal..."
I explain rubbing my face sighing

"You've got dirt still in it and we have no disinfectant left but-..."
He says closing the kit and scratching his head, I look over beside me knowing what he was thinking, seeing the alcohol lined up, reaching for the whisky bottle twisting off the cap and taking a sip, turning back to him
"I'll get you a new bottle..."
He takes it and also has a sip
before we pour it over my hand.