(Eddie is so thoroughly overwhelmed, and truthfully, he wasn't planning to go to anyone about it until his inhaler ran out. It had been nearly full a couple months ago. Richie had really helped him out for a long while until he vanished. Then things were still okay, because Eddie had never really been alone, but everything was different now and his inhaler was on zero.
It made him feel like a complete baby. It wasn't even real medicine, yet he was using it multiple times a day again like before he had found out he wasn't sick. It couldn't be helped. He was jumpy.
It was what had him reaching out though. At this point, there was only one person he trusted medically.
When he finally gets around to making the call, his voice is very small, and very much that of a nervous twelve year old's.)
Miss Angel? Um....I...I ran out of some medicine and I didn't want to get it filled at the pharmacy.
voice
It made him feel like a complete baby. It wasn't even real medicine, yet he was using it multiple times a day again like before he had found out he wasn't sick. It couldn't be helped. He was jumpy.
It was what had him reaching out though. At this point, there was only one person he trusted medically.
When he finally gets around to making the call, his voice is very small, and very much that of a nervous twelve year old's.)
Miss Angel? Um....I...I ran out of some medicine and I didn't want to get it filled at the pharmacy.