(For some reason, Eddie suddenly thought of Mr. Keene and his dry desert eyes staring at him from behind his desk.
I'm not crazy, I'm not, I'm not.
(Your lungs don't have asthma, Eddie, your mind does)
Eddie doesn't quite remember getting to his feet. His memories shuffling like a card deck in his mind, flickering into place. Why was it so hard to remember that one in particular? It was so easy to fall back into it all.
But this didn't make a lick of sense to Eddie. Worst part was that he knew Richie wasn't joking with him at all. Eddie creeps back, his lungs shriveling up tight and uncomfortable in his chest
(You're not sick)
and he has to swallow a deep breath. God, getting his memories back all at once would have almost been better than this splattering thing of going back and forth.)
What are you talking about? Did I- Christ. I can't have forgotten everything.
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I'm not crazy, I'm not, I'm not.
(Your lungs don't have asthma, Eddie, your mind does)
Eddie doesn't quite remember getting to his feet. His memories shuffling like a card deck in his mind, flickering into place. Why was it so hard to remember that one in particular? It was so easy to fall back into it all.
But this didn't make a lick of sense to Eddie. Worst part was that he knew Richie wasn't joking with him at all. Eddie creeps back, his lungs shriveling up tight and uncomfortable in his chest
(You're not sick)
and he has to swallow a deep breath. God, getting his memories back all at once would have almost been better than this splattering thing of going back and forth.)
What are you talking about? Did I- Christ. I can't have forgotten everything.