Eddie’s Waking Up In The Hospital…

Eddie’s waking up in the hospital…

“Woooo, oh wait, did the upside become the inside?” Eddie’s eyes try and focus as his head wobbles, attempting to look around his hospital room. “This isn’t the trailer.”

His voice is mumbly and loose. The drugs they have pumping through him are keeping him comfortable.

“Shit, Eddie?” Dustin jumps from his seat and grabs onto the man’s arm.

“Dustin? Why are you…hobble? Hobbit? Mordor,” he giggles to himself briefly. “No, your foot?”

“Holy shit, he is drugged up,” Dustin comments to someone behind him. “I twisted it pretty bad, but I’m ok, dude. How you feeling?”

“Who’er talkin to?” Eddie tries to sit up to look around Dustin but collapses back in quick exhaustion.

“Steve, Steve’s here,” Dustin steps back and the elder teen sits up, giving Eddie a little wave.

“That’s not Steve, silly.” Eddie waves his hand. “That’s a-a fuckin angel. Look at him.” Eddie turns his head more trying to get a good look. “Are-are you an angel, pretty boy? Here to take me to the pearly gates?”

Steve huffs giving Dustin an embarrassed smile. “Uh, no angel, dude. Just me.”

“Steve?” He squints before sighing loudly. “God, you’re hot. Dusty your fake brother is hot.”

“Jesus,” Dustin chuckles. “That’s Steve, man.”

“I know, see him?” He motions his hand trying to get Dustin to lean in closer. “He’s hot,” he whisper yells into Dustin’s face.

“Ok, you probably need to rest.” Dustin pats Eddie’s arms delicately.

“Hey? Hey Dustin?” Eddie slaps his hand against the available piece of Dustin that he can reach. “I’m gunna marry that angel. I’m gunna marry him. Do you think…? No, I don’t think I can have nuggets.” He tilts his head back peering over to Steve. “Sorry, angel, I can’t have your six nuggets. But I’d hotwire an RV with you for the rest of time.”

“What is he talking about?” Dustin whispers to Steve, whose face is the same color as the red Nike swoosh on his shoes.

“Um… doesn’t matter. Uh, Eddie? Why don’t you relax man. Just, try and go back to sleep.”

“Will you be here?” He asks nervously.

“Uh, maybe,” Steve’s wringing his hands together avoiding making eye contact with Dustin.

“Oh,” Eddie hums. “You look sad. Don’t be sad.”

Eddie’s voice comes out wispy and soft, making the hairs on Steve’s arms stand up.

“I could make chicken nuggets. How bout that, angel? Chicken nuggets?” Eddie’s eyelids are too heavy to keep open but he turns his head in the direction of Steve.

“Yeah, man. Sounds good. Don’t worry bout it though. You should rest. I’ll be here when you wake up.”

“You will?” Eddie sounds elated.

“Yeah, you got it.”

“Hmm, so pretty,” he murmurs quietly before slipping back to sleep.

“Ok, so what did I miss?” Dustin leans on his crutch and glares down at Steve.

“Nothing?” Steve shrugs.

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unicornteacup24

2 years ago

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unicornteacup24

3 years ago

Okay, so, thinking about this, doesn't this basically say “f#ck the Chosen One!” as a trope ? Oh wait, would a solid prophecy trump unionization?

Hm, I was pondering about the recent-ish trope of Adventuring Guilds (effectively trade unions for protagonists in fantasy rpg-inspired settings, which I’m sure I’ve seen in a bunch of things but the main example that springs to mind is Goblin Slayer to my annoyance but the Hero Association in One Punch Man has a similar albeit superhero-slanted deal), and how mechanically in the setting they exist to ensure x reward is provided for x amount of work/danger involved but in a meta sense are there so the characters don’t have to go looking for heroing gigs on ye olde Craigs Lyst or something.

It’s an interesting idea, similar in a manner to the many fantasy trope-tinged guilds in the Discworld novels of the late great Terry Pratchett, although an amusing idea occurred to me with the idea of trade unions for fantasy heroes.

Like, if there are unions to ensure employment and fair pay for folks clearing out dungeons, getting gnolls out the cabbage patch, stopping gnomes from going through your bins, and so on, then, logically, there much exist fantasy hero scab workers as well.

Folks that the local king or something brings in for lower pay on more dangerous jobs. Folks who are, say, completely new to the setting, out of their depth, and are thrust into a dangerous situation by a seemingly benevolent authority figure because said authority figure is too cheap to hire someone who understands the risks involved and asks more suitable wages for the role…

Y’know…