"You don't say." Suddenly less animated in that ruined part of his face, suddenly looking obviously paid. Suddenly talking differently, voice not as deep. Body language had changed even before Harvey fell over, curled up. Edward was observing and filing information away, while he felt it inside his mind and around his heart, walls being built up.

Why care about Harvey? Attachment was a weakness. He bent down to pick up the screwdriver and tossed it over onto his bed and well out of the way. Then he stepped closer to Harvey, looking down at him.

And his chest seized. Why did his heart hurt? "...you need medical treatment. You'll get an infection like this. I'm sorry, Harvey. I really am. I'm sorry this happened to you, but you can't let it kill you." He crouched down and tentatively put a hand on his shoulder. "You need help."