[ When Gareth returns with food, drinks, and first aid kit in hand he sets them down before moving over to the bed. ]

Don't die on me, got it? Just got you back.

[ Helping Eddie back up he took in the sight of the torn up jacket and the shreds of cloth beneath it. He couldn't help the quiet awed sort of curse as he moved to help his friend out of it. ]

You look like you got mauled, what the hell man?

[ reaching over he grabbed the first aid kit and began patching up what he could after they had gotten Eddie's top out of the way. Dabbing at obvious open wounds that look like bites...bites that Gareth had never seen before. They didn't look like anything they had in the area, it was weird and certaintly unsettling. ]

Eddie...what the hell took a bite out of you? This doesn't look like a coyote or bear or anything...what the fuck man?