[ Eddie would kill for a smoke right now. Doesn't matter what kind, anything to soothe his frayed nerves. His hands grip the steering wheel tighter as Chrissy finally speaks again, and all he can do is try to force himself to keep his eyes on the road and not look at her. ]

I'm really sorry. I-I-I don't know what came over me, I just - I was so scared. I freaked out.

[ If she never forgives him, hey. At least she's here to make that choice. He can live with that. For now, he feels his face heat up as Chrissy continues to speak. They barely know each other. Could kissing Chrissy really have saved her?

Eddie clenches his jaw, trying to think of what to say when Chrissy questions their current speed. He sighs and eases off the gas, slows them down to something much closer to the speed limit. ]

You're right. Just freaking out again. I figured the faster we get there, the faster you can be in less pain.

[ He finally glances over to look at her and it's impossible to not want to hold her when she looks this terrified. Even if he could, Eddie doubts it's what she wants or needs right now. ]

So it was like you were dreaming? What else did you see?