[ eddie isn't sure if the chaos has actually lasted as long as it feels like it has, or if time just seems to have slowed down for him with how much violence has been unfolding around him. it feels like he's been frozen in place, reminiscent of the time when he witnessed patrick mckinney levitating above over's lake with jason carver just out of arm's reach.

it's fear that's paralyzing him, he knows it. he barely registers clarke coming towards him until her hand is around his wrist and she's pulling him away. which is absolutely ridiculous. how is it that she's bleeding all over the place and she's the one who's eerily in control of the situation and making sure he gets to safety?

it takes him a moment to unfreeze before he's helping maneuver himself to the side, hopeful that maybe the tablecloth will obscure them enough that they won't be readily visible to anyone looking to up their body count.

what the actual fuck. this is some satanic cult shit, not whatever it was jason carver got in his head that eddie was capable of doing. ]

What the fuck is going on? [ his voice comes out as a hiss, because he's trying to keep it down, keep himself from attracting any additional attention. ] Jesus H. Christ, you're hurt, we need to get you to the...to the infirmary, shit shit shit.