I had stopped trying to tear open the locked cabinet with the first heavy blow Eddie delivered to the monster. Turning on my heel, prepared to fight bare handed if I needed to, I had my fists raised when I saw Eddie hit it again and again with the heavy iron skillet.
It was a good weapon. A smart thing to grab. The creature dropped to the ground with a crack and a gurgle, then stopped moving. Beyond it, there was Eddie, still holding the weapon. I was proud and terrified and when he dropped the skillet and fell back, I went for him.
I knelt in the blood and the gore, ignored the way it seeped into the knees of my jeans, and lifted my hands to Eddie's face. He was bleeding from a scratch on his cheek and I wiped blood away as best I could, focused more on the monster's blood than on Eddie's.
"You saved me," I said breathlessly. I wasn't surprised he had, but I wanted him to hear it. I wanted him to know what he had done. To remember it. "Eddie, you saved me. You stopped it."
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It was a good weapon. A smart thing to grab. The creature dropped to the ground with a crack and a gurgle, then stopped moving. Beyond it, there was Eddie, still holding the weapon. I was proud and terrified and when he dropped the skillet and fell back, I went for him.
I knelt in the blood and the gore, ignored the way it seeped into the knees of my jeans, and lifted my hands to Eddie's face. He was bleeding from a scratch on his cheek and I wiped blood away as best I could, focused more on the monster's blood than on Eddie's.
"You saved me," I said breathlessly. I wasn't surprised he had, but I wanted him to hear it. I wanted him to know what he had done. To remember it. "Eddie, you saved me. You stopped it."