[ The glasses that are now intact and where Ed can put them on his face, clearing some of the world around him up. There are those freckles he couldn't see earlier. Spinda had moved on but Ed heard pounding anyway in his ears.
What is Oswald looking at? Mouth dry, Ed licks his lips again and takes a deliberately slow breath to prepare for the inevitable sting he's going to end up feeling. Okay. Concentrating now.
He starts giving carefully stated instructions for proper first aid, looking up the majority of the time. Recited from perfectly recalled memory with little antidotes from practice. Voice low and a little raspy because it's painful. A grip of Oswald's arm at one point to guide him because OWW!
But good job. Far more helpful than he'd imagine anyone else. Oswald can follow instructions and didn't need some of them. Common sense. He's smart enough to know. ]
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What is Oswald looking at? Mouth dry, Ed licks his lips again and takes a deliberately slow breath to prepare for the inevitable sting he's going to end up feeling. Okay. Concentrating now.
He starts giving carefully stated instructions for proper first aid, looking up the majority of the time. Recited from perfectly recalled memory with little antidotes from practice. Voice low and a little raspy because it's painful. A grip of Oswald's arm at one point to guide him because OWW!
But good job. Far more helpful than he'd imagine anyone else. Oswald can follow instructions and didn't need some of them. Common sense. He's smart enough to know. ]