[Richie sits, slouching as he does so, a notebook open on the table. For someone who likes to play his intelligence down a notch, Richie's actually an attentive person, and his eyes are on Nehan as he speaks.]
My friend Eddie Kaspbrak's better at this than me. [His breath catches after this statement.] Was. Was better.
[The grief is choking, but Richie moves on quickly, because there's more important things at stake here than his heart.]
We used to run a clinic together. You've heard of Turtle Cove? That's his. Mostly I got him supplies and equipment, I wasn't the one with his hands on or in the patients. I know a little bit of first aid, and back in Derry I reset somebody's broken arm, but—that's pretty much it. [A pause, then, after a moment to steel himself:] And since he's gone, I'm the only person left running the clinic. And I don't wanna be the dumbass in charge of a clinic when he doesn't know what he's fucking doing.
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My friend Eddie Kaspbrak's better at this than me. [His breath catches after this statement.] Was. Was better.
[The grief is choking, but Richie moves on quickly, because there's more important things at stake here than his heart.]
We used to run a clinic together. You've heard of Turtle Cove? That's his. Mostly I got him supplies and equipment, I wasn't the one with his hands on or in the patients. I know a little bit of first aid, and back in Derry I reset somebody's broken arm, but—that's pretty much it. [A pause, then, after a moment to steel himself:] And since he's gone, I'm the only person left running the clinic. And I don't wanna be the dumbass in charge of a clinic when he doesn't know what he's fucking doing.