"Hey." Janet walked into Eddie's hospital room for only the second time since Matt Lausch and his goons beat the living day lights out of him. Minus all those bruises, his fat lip and swollen shut left eye, he looked ten times better than last time she saw him. It would still be a few days till he could leave the hospital and even longer till he could work full time again, but Eddie knew he could get through the excruciating pain and continuous boredom if Janet was there.
Actually, he was kind of nervous that she would not be there for him; after he told her about Rory… she just bolted. But the minute Eddie could walk on his own again, he was determined to make her understand that Rory was his past, and she was his future. He wanted to call her earlier, after she visited him the first time, but knew she was Hannah's slave till the engagement party. That was the talk of the town for quite some time now and Hannah wanted everything to be perfect. Being the best friend that she is, Janet voluntered to help her with whatever Hannah needed. So, needless to say he was more than excited to see that beautiful face of hers walk back into his hospital room.
Janet walked past his bed and headed towards the window. She hated hospital rooms; even if it was just to visit someone, she could not stay very long. Ever since she had to watch her mom die in one, she was not too keen of them. So she figured if she couldn't lay in that bed with his arms wrapped around her, the next safest place would be to stand by the window.
He replied back with a simple "hey" and immediately turned off the tv. A giddy smile crept onto his face, but then he saw that worried look of hers and knew something was up. "Everything ok?"
She nodded her head once and showed a weak smile. "I have to tell you something."
"I knew it, you said you were ok with me and Rory but man, I knew there was more to come. Alright, fire away." Janet paused, she was sort of in shock at how blunt he was and sort of wishing the knot in her stomach would go away.
She gingerly sat on the bed next to him and looked out the window. I can't tell him now. Even though he looks better, he is still so raw- so vulnerable. I just… can't. Not yet anyway. DAMNIT! I was so ready to just lay it all out there to him, he deserves to know. He was honest with me… I have to be honest with him. I just have to, right?
Later. I'll tell him when he is recovered. OH God. What have I done?!