CAN'T HOLD BACK

“ ..turns out I’m actually a pretty damn good babysitter. “

[stevehrringtcns]

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[thefreakmunscn]

eddie  couldn't  believe  what  he  was  hearing.  he  had  gareth  drive  him  over  a  damn  hour  to  get  to  the  hospital  ,  and  now  steve  want's  to  play  some  sort  of  bull  shit  amnesia  prank  on  him  ?  eddie  was  upset.  no  ,  he  was  pissed.  dustin  had  neglected  to  tell  him  that  when  steve  woke  up  ,  he  was  suddenly  some  sort  of  fucking  comedian.  standing  up  ,  eddie  folded  his  arms  over  his  chest  -  his  brows  furrowed.  “  are  you  kidding  me  right  now  ?  i'm  eddie  .  .  .  .  you  know  .  .  .  .  the  freak  ?  the  guy  with  the  impeccable  music  taste  ?  dungeon  master  ?  ”  he  rambled  ,  pointing  to  himself  before  throwing  his  hands  up  in  defeat.  “  you  know  henderson  neglected  to  tell  me  that  you'd  become  a  stand  up  comedian  the  moment  you  opened  your  damn  eyes.  ”  he  scoffed.  sitting  back  down  ,  eddie  rested  his  hand  on  his  cheek  as  he  glanced  over  at  the  brunette.  “  so  what  ?  do  i  gotta  have  buckley  come  and  bring  us  a  box  of  fifty  questions  ?  since  you've  majestically  forgotten  that  i  existed  ?  ”  he  scoffed  once  more  ,  anxious  fingers  picking  the  rest  of  the  black  polish  off  his  nails. 

[stevehrringtcns]

The last couple of days had felt like a blur to Steve. He barely handled everyone coming to visit him well enough and now this guy was talking?? yelling? speaking enthusiastically right in his face while his brain throbbed along to every syllable. Steve reached up to cradle the side of his head, half holding it in his hands. "Dude, seriously. Bring it down a notch. I'm healing over here," he muttered, trying not to sound annoyed because maybe this guy escaped from one of the rooms and was just seriously confused.

Whatever was going on, Steve really didn't like it. it felt like he was back in the Upside Down or in some weird alternative universe and that caused his stomach to flip flop with nausea. "Oh, okay. I get it. You're a friend of Robin's. You could have just said that." He paused, resting his body back against the pillows of his bed. "She hasn't come by yet, man and I'm sure some people love the jokes and everything but I'm really feeling it today. If we met somewhere before, you might as well just tell me. I'm super out of it."

[thefreakmunscn]

@stevehrringtcns

HOSPITALS     .     .     .     .     eddie     always     fucking     hates     hospitals.     the     overly     sterile     smell     ,     the     beeps     of     machines     ,     the     sounds     of     doctors     feet     ,     the     crying     of     family     members     .     .     .     .     it     was     all     too     much.     but     here     he     was     ,     standing     outside     the     door     of     steve's     room     at     hawkins     general.     being     friends     ?     acquittances     with     steve     was     something     that     eddie     never     thought     would     happen.     i     mean     ,     the     guy     was     basically     the     king     of     hawkins     high     ,     and     eddie     was     nothing     but     the     freak     (     a     proud     freak     at     that     )     but     here     he     was.     turns     out     going     into     the     upside     down     and     almost     dying     brings     you     closer.  taking     a     deep     breath     ,     eddie     turned     the     knob     and     entered     the     room.     steve     looked     like     SHIT.     like     a     hot     fucking     mess.     bandages     covered     his     upper     torso     and     arms     ,     bruises     littered     almost     every     inch     of     skin     ,     and     his     hair     had     blood     dried     in     it.     he     remembers     henderson     saying     that     steve     looked     bad     ,     but     fuck.     setting     down     the     stuffed     animal     and     card     next     to     the     others     ,     he     made     his     way     to     the     seat     next     to     the     bed     and     sat     down.  “     hey     ,     big     boy.     ”     he     smiled     small     ,     fingers     nervously     drumming     against     his     thighs.     maybe     this     was     a     bad     idea.     maybe     eddie     should've     joined     robin     and     the     others     and     joined     the     ‘     welcome     home     ,     steve     “     surprise     party     instead     of     actually     going     to     the     hospital.     in     a     way     eddie     felt     like     this     was     the     right     thing     to     do     .     .     .     .     i     mean,     he     and     steve     are     friends     ,     right     ?     they     had     gotten     close     during     their     time     in     the     upside     down     ;     eddie     was     a     lot     of     things     ,     but     one     thing     he     wasn’t     was     disloyal.     clearing     his     throat     ,     he     looked     over     at     steve.     ”     henderson     said     the     doctors     are     hopeful     you'll     be     going     home     soon.     “     he     smiled     small.     ”     then     you'll     get     to     use     your     fancy     hairspray     and     fix     that     mop     of     hair.     "     he     teased.      

[stevehrringtcns]

Steve always vowed that he do whatever he could to save the people he cared about. At first, it was just by getting into stupid fights or silly arguments and then after he was thrust into this world he didn't understand, it became more about offering his own life up for them. He didn't lay it on quite so thick around them but the thought always lingered in the back of his mind. He'd die for them, wouldn't he? And that was exactly the reason why he was in this hospital right now, another wallop to the side of his head and several saved lives to show for it. it was a small price to pay in the long run.

What helped the pain that radiated through his body more than anything, was all the visits. Sure, they made his head throb when he crowded around him, asked a million and one questions, but it was nice. It was nice to know that people loved him. That his kids loved him. So Steve let them jump all over the place and mess with his complimentary jell-o until the nurses forced them out. It had been at least a couple of hours of silence before he heard movement again, half expecting Dustin to show up again.

"Henderson, I told you...," Steve started in his hoarse voice that was slowly getting better. As he looked up though, the person walking into his room with sad, apologetic eyes, wasn't Dustin but someone Steve didn't really recognize. Long hair, tattoos, weirdly gentle eyes. Just trying to place this guy was making Steve's head throb more than usual. "Um, hey," he muttered with confusion written into his skin. Maybe one of Dustin's weird friends? But why was he talking to Steve like he knew him? "Yeah, um. Real excited to at least take a normal shower." Steve shuffled into a better seated position with a gentle groan, brow still furrowed. "Sorry, man. My head's killing me. Do I know you?"

[florchuvila22]

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