Late

He was late.

Eddie tore through the house, getting ready, grabbing odds and ends for Daddy and putting them in his bag.

Late.

Tears welled up in his eyes as he glanced at the clock and saw he was over ten minutes behind schedule. 

He ran for the door and raced outside.

It was raining.

He’d forgotten his scarf…

No time.

Late.

Thunder rumbled in the distance and he shook, racing through the downpour on his way to the hospital. No time time to catch a cab, it was close anyway and he had forgotten his wallet…

Stupid.

Stupid and late.

He slipped, landing in a puddle and tearing the knee of his pants, mud mixing with blood as he skinned his knee. 

Deserved it.

Late.

Stupidstupidstupid…

He was going to hate him.

The other Eddie.

And Daddy, too.

They’d both hate him…

He slapped tears from his face and continued to run until he’d reached the hospital, slipping only a few times before bursting through the doors.