Eddie had had dreams like this, being thrown up against the wall by Steve Harrington, his breath brushing over his skin.
However, this was usually the moment where Steve would hungrily take his lips with his own, not start yelling at him as soon as he was able to get out of his hospital bed from being in a month long coma.
"What the fuck, Munson?!" Steve's hands were curled into the fabric of his shirt.
"No! You need to explain to me what the fuck you were thinking!"
Eddie's fingers start to try and reach for the emergency nurses button.
"If only there was a way for me to know why you're angry with me,," Eddie announced loudly, trying to prevent himself from going into a full blown panic attack, because he could see and feel the anger coming from the man currently glaring at him.
Steve narrowed his eyes slightly, allowing Eddie to see that clearly he was also trying to calm himself down.
Eddie's heart nearly falls out his arse when he sees the unshed tears.
"I told you not to be a fucking hero and you go running back into..." Steve pauses, lowering his voice a bit when he remembered that that were still in the hospital, "into the Upside Down and get yourself all torn up and bleeding and injured and then you almost die in front of Dustin!"
Eddie swallowed thickly, looking down, finally seeing how bruised and torn up his hands were.
"I was trying to give you guys more time," Eddie muttered, struggling with everything within himself not to flinch when Steve angrily met his eyes again.
"You went back into danger..."
"Oh my god, Dustin is safe!" Eddie shouted, frustrated, "I saved the kid alright, they were trying to break into my trailer and go up through that gate to get to him, he's safe!"
Steve stared at him for a moment, a little bit of confusion over his face.
"Then why are you fucking angry at me?!"
Steve has wanted to strangle Eddie Munson on several occasions, hell, even multiple times in the past three minutes alone, but never has he wanted to strangle him as much as right that very moment.
"Why am I angry with you?" Steve has his hands on his hips now, looking alike a disappointed mother, a stance that Eddie had always taken the time to appreciate.
Eddie avoided eye contact, he felt safer not looking at such an angry Steve.
"Yeah, like...Dustin is safe, so get off my back,"
Steve has to bite his tongue to stop a horrible remark leaving him.
"He's not the only one I wanted safe you fucking dipshit!" Steve exclaimed, his hands going up in the air.
"Harrington, I am rather woozy from a little thing called a coma," Eddie sighed, "you wanna break it down a little more for me?" he winced a bit when he moved a little to sharply, his hand touching his side.
"You!" Steve snapped, "I was wanting you safe as well, you fucking..." he stopped his sentence, eyes now watching Eddie's three fingered hand hold the injuries hidden by the hospital gown.
"Back in bed," Steve ordered, taking a deep breath, "now," he almost felt the need to click his fingers to get Eddie moving when the other man stood there staring at him with those big chocolate brown eyes of his.
"Jesus Christ," Eddie muttered, huffing like an annoyed child as he climbed back on the bed, watching Steve as he held the blankets up for him.
There was a small silence that fell over the two men, Steve standing right by the bed, watching Eddie closely as Eddie eyed Steve cautiously.
"You were worried about me, Stevie?" Eddie now, also, wanted to strangle himself.
Steve huffed out a laugh, fingers rubbing at his temples.
"Unfortunately," he then pulled the hospital chair closer to Eddie's bed, "you could have died, Eddie," his hand was in his hair, distressed.
"You would've missed me?"
At this point, Munson, just accept that you'll be murdered by Steve Harrington.
Steve gently took a hold of Eddie's hand, eyeing the spaces where his ring and middle finger had once been.
"You kinda grew on me," Steve mumbled, reaching around behind him to pull the privacy curtains around the bed so he could comfort Eddie the way that he wanted without judgment.
Eddie's eyes became wide.
"I did?!" he asked with a startled expression, but he was leaning forwards like an excitable puppy.
"Yes, which just makes me even more angry with you," Steve tried to force his lips to stay in a firm line, but the corners refused to be tamed.
Eddie grinned, though still looking like death, his smile, no matter how big or small, always made him look radiant and playful.
"You kind of grew on me too, Harrington," Eddie replied, his brain stopping for a second to try and figure out how to hold Steve's hand with missing fingers, before he huffed and simply used his other hand to place his fingers where he wanted them.
"Good, because next time you do something dumb like that?" Steve caught his eyes, "I'm sending you back here myself, you got that?"
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