the heart monitor is slow but functioning and beverly thinks she can feel her fingers moving against the softness of blanket, the smell of lemon hits her and her hazle eyes slowly open now, remembering what her mother’s hospital room smelled like many years ago.
as her body slowly arouses from the sleepy state her green eyes travel the room until she sees familiar brown curls resting at her bedside and she realizes stan is in the chair next to her.
beverly just doesn’t know how to feel right now, she is slightly embarrassed she has been taken to the hospital, still upset by her father’s abuse, her head is burning with an oncoming migraine and she realizes how sore and hurt she is when she tries to move, both physical and mental state could be described as exhausted.
she notes how her cheek feels numb and she swears she still tastes the blood from last night but she knows it can’t be there, the doctor patched her up.
the doctor must have really patched her up, stitches and all, and she suddenly feels a rush of shame go through her, all she wished to forget is coming back in waves in her mind and she stares blankly at the floor.
“ stanley?. “ beverly whispers, tires to hold onto the present, and it hurt to even talk, was she imagining things or was he actually there, the sun made the room ten times brighter and she weakly covers her injured face, did she have stitches in her mouth?
“ you ungrateful bitch! “ her mind screams at her in her father’s shrill voice and the rest goes black, slammed headfirst into the wall, her ears ringing, he usually stopped after one hit, there was no stopping right now, each hit sent a mark of pain down her spine and she can taste the blood so clearly in her mouth.
this isn’t a place she wants to go to right now though, green eyes furiously blink to get out that image of her dad’s face and alcoholic breath above her. his slimy hands on her skin, beating it to a pulp, she tried to fight back, she tried.
now she ended up here in the hospital and stanely waiting by her bedside, tears form in her eyes and she is rather relieved to see him even if it was in such a vulnerable state.
he’s sleepy, easily evidenced by his head gently resting beside her hand on the best. the second he’d heard about beverly being put in the hospital, he’d picked up his bag, gotten on his bike, and cycled up. he’d been told to wait outside ‘til she’d gotten out of surgery, but once that had finished up, he was allowed to slip in. he doesn’t know how much time has gone by, but every second of looking at her beaten face, the bruises that marked her- well, stan could feel the worry well up within him, but what could he do?
he stirs when her voice reaches him, and he lifts his head to look at her, blinking slowly, yawning. he shakes his head as she attempts to speak, points at the corner of his own mouth. “ don’t talk too much, your mouth looks really bad. ” he says quietly, touching her hand gently. “ are you feeling okay? do you want me to call the nurse to get you pain meds..? ” his stress is felt, his worry reflects in his doe - like eyes. “ bev, you look... really, really bad. the other losers couldn’t make it, their parents are being weird, but- i knew you’d be alone, so i thought you’d like some company and-... shit, i don’t know how to help you anymore than that, bev. ”
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