It turned out, it was much easier to get Nancy Wheeler on board with car theft after a good night’s sleep. And a long conversation about how no, they didn’t have any other options. Plus, what was some auto theft in comparison to clearing their names of murder?
“Whose car would we even steal?” Nancy asked after Eddie got her officially on board.
“I already got that figured out,” Eddie said easily, his eyes already on his neighbors RV through the window. They were already outside, like clockwork, taking the neighborhood watch.
Perfect.
“You all just follow me,” Eddie said as he led them outside, “And be very, very quiet.”
They all listened, surprisingly enough. They even managed to keep silent as they snuck inside, no one making a peep until he started hot-wiring. He hadn’t been involved with car theft since he was in middle school, but he was guessing it was like riding a bike.
Apparently, it was.
“What is he doing?” Dustin asked, peering over Steve’s shoulder to watch Eddie work.
Steve pushed him back with a hand in the face, tutting at him, “Nothing that you need to be looking at. Go sit down.”
Eddie finally got the spark he was looking for, the engine roaring to life. Eddie didn’t waste anytime driving off, completely ready to ignore the panicked yelling he heard outside, calling after them.
“Did we just steal their house?” Lucas asked as Eddie hit the gas, scandalized like the good citizen he was.
“We’ll give it back!” Eddie called back to him.
“Desperate times call for desperate measures,” Steve casually added. He leaned in to kiss Eddie’s cheek, “Great idea, baby.”
Eddie preened a little as he drove, listening in as the others came up with the next steps.
“So, whose going in?” Nancy asked as they went, “Because I think at this point, Max is the only one who’s not actively being hunted.”
“She can't buy guns!” Steve said, “She's 15-”
“I have a fake ID,” Max interrupted, already putting her hand out, “Just give me the money.”
Eddie could feel Steve’s eyes boring into the side of his head but he kept his eyes on the road.
“Eddie,” Steve said slowly, faux sweetness in his voice, “Why does she have a fake ID?”
“Because she's my favorite?” Eddie tried, still refusing to look at him.
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Almost done with Roommates ch.4, for anyone who might be wondering. Hoping to have it ready for Saturday.😘
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well time to work on prof geto (3)….
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making progress :) i'm hoping to finish most of this third scene tonight before bed !! i have completely free tomorrow aside from one meeting and i'm so excited to spend the day chilling and writing <3
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So.
Good news? (Medical things)
We have ruled out yet another diagnosis. The... scarier one.
It however doesn't mean that the things that are causing the symptoms aren't similar to the more "known" illness.
Basically, we have a good idea of the cause, a few tests lined up and a general idea on what's going on and how to proceed.
Seems to be a problem affecting the sympathetic nervous system, and because it can't really be.... put in one box? at least yet, we're going to try and get a broader diagnostic name so I can keep being on sick leave while I try to get back in working order, and think about trying to narrow down a diagnosis fitting the root cause.
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