day two of @febuwhump "solitary confinement"
Ed awakes, remembering little but knowing something has gone wrong
Tears threaten, sharp and harsh, scratching the back of his throat, he clenches his jaw, breathing through the pain of the split lip, the way his jaw creaked as if to threaten failure. Al wasn’t dead, and Ed hadn’t fucking failed, Al was alive and looking for him, he’d probably already found him so all Ed had to do was wait.
tw: buried alive, memory loss, referenced no-consensual drug use
part one of the pros and cons of digging your own grave series