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Eddie ran into the hospital, Wayne hot on his heels. He can hardly talk he’s crying so hard, but thankfully Wayne is able to speak.
“Amelia Munson. We’re her father and grandfather.” He informed the nurse who directed them down the hall. Eddie took off at a dead sprint, screeching to a halt outside the room, and barreling inside. Steve sat next to their daughter in an uncomfortable plastic chair but as soon as he saw Eddie he bolted upright and into his arms.
“Eds. I’m sorry. It’s all my fault.” Steve cried into his husband’s shoulder. Eddie rubbed his back and led him back to sitting as he took the chair next to him. He shushed Steve and stroked his hair as he turned to look at Amelia. She was plugged into some many machines that Eddie felt sick.
“What happened baby?” Eddie whispered as he engulfed Amelia’s little hand in his. Wayne sat on her other side, stroking her hair.
“I gave her a reese’s. She took a bite and couldn’t breath.” Steve hiccuped. “I didn’t know she was allergic. How could I not know?” Steve asked but it was clear he wasn’t looking for an answer. Eddie couldn’t let him beat himself up about this though.
“Baby, it was an accident. I didn’t know either. I would have done the same thing.” Eddie reassured. “Besides, I would have panicked. You were collected enough to call an ambulance.” He reminded his husband. Steve took a shuddering breath.
“She’ll be alright, son.” Wayne’s voice shocked the two men. They looked over and saw his eyes were wet but were dim and distant. Like he was remembering something else. “She ain’t hooked up to nearly as many machines as Ed was.” Eddie pulled away from Steve and went over to hug his uncle.
“I’m okay Uncle Wayne. I’m okay.” He whispered. Sometimes that was the only thing to break Wayne out of his memories. Steve stood still.
“Is this what it felt like Wayne? When Eddie was…” Steve trailed off.
“Feel like you’re helpless? All these machines plugged into her are taunting you?” Steve nodded. “Yeah, it did. But, then and now. You got help in time. Don’t forget that.”
“I’m sorry I put you through that, dad.” Eddie said. “This sucks.” The men chuckled softly in agreement.
“Daddy? Papa? Grandpa?” Came a tiny voice. The three men turned to Amelia to see her eyes finally open.
“We’re here, sweetheart.” Eddie promised and reached over to stroke her hair.
“I don’t think I like reese’s.” She said disgruntled. They all laughed wetly and waited for the nurse.