THEY MADE IT BACK TO THE PARKING LOT, LILY DRIVING AS FAST AS SHE COULD OVER THE BRIDGE.
"Where do you live, Eddie?" She asked as he groaned, leaning against the side of the door.
"C...Chinatown." He answered, half-delirious. "Off Clay and Grant... you, you should stay."
"Okay, um, okay." Lily replied, sharply turning a corner. "Are you okay?"
"I... I don't know." He replied. Lily drove to his apartment building as fast as she could, half-hauling him up the stairs as she called Skirth. He burst into his apartment, automatically pulling out a few beers and downing half of one.
"Hey, Dora, it's Lily. Uh, please let me know if you're okay, we didn't hear anything. Uh, Eddie said he's got a guy he's gonna call, and we got pictures but I need you to call me back, okay?" She stopped as Eddie chugged a glass of water. "Eddie, tell me you're okay? What's happening?"
"Woah." He groaned, leaning over and bracing himself on the counter.
"Eddie?" She repeated. He opened his fridge, then his freezer, pulling out a bag of tater tots and pouring them in his mouth. Lily watched with her mouth open, her eyes wide as he scarfed them down. "I'm gonna see if you have any... Advil." She mumbled, running to the other side of the room, finding his bathroom and looting the medicine cabinet.
Lily dug through it until she found a bottle of Tylenol, deemed it good enough, and ran back to the kitchen, where Eddie was eating a half-rotten chicken carcass out of the garbage can.
"Eddie, what the fuck are you--" He cut her off, throwing the chicken down as he pushed past her to the bathroom, promptly projectile vomiting into the toilet.
"What is wrong with me?" He groaned. Lily stood looking over the mess of his kitchen, pouring him another glass of water and handing him the Advil as he stood up. He took it quickly, claiming he was going to brush his teeth.
Lily didn't answer, she just started cleaning up the kitchen, throwing away the half-eaten tater tots and the remaining chicken carcass. Eddie suddenly shrieked, and she heard a loud crash. Lily ran to find him and his shower curtain haphazardly in the bathtub. He must have hit his head, because he did not get back up.
"Oh my god." Lily mumbled, rubbing over her face. Her phone rang.
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Eddie woke up in his bed, sweating buckets. Another glass of water and Tylenol waited at his bedside, and he took it quickly. His head was swimming, none of his thoughts coherent. Stumbling out of his bedroom, he found his apartment spotless apart from a small note on the counter.
Eddie, I went out to get some real food. Call me when you wake up.
He reached for his phone, but instead of calling Lily right away, he pulled up those photos. Grimacing, he went to go change, calling the bar.
