(Tw: blood, trauma, basically what you’d expect...)
Steve Harrington x reader
“Y/N!!!! Y/n!!” Steve skidded to your side, already bleeding legs scraping on the ground, as he falls to your body, clutching onto the massive bat bite marks pouring blood into your clothes, that Robin and Eddie are trying to put pressure on while Nancy screams directions into the receiver of the telephone pole several yards away. You’d all escaped the Upside Down, but Steve had had to come out later than the rest of you, on a side mission not too far away.
He swore to you it’d be okay, because he was right behind you. He promised you he’d be alright, because you were worried about him being alone.
Now he’d left you, and you were bleeding.
“Y/n... oh God.” Steve cried, tears streaming down his face as he held onto your wounds Robin and Eddie already had their hands full with, before moving to cup your face. Accidentally layering your beautiful face with your own blood. Steve cried more as he realised, but he just kept stroking you.
“NANCY GET THE AMUBLANCE!” Steve screamed, his vocal cords sounding ripped, but he didn’t care about Eddie wincing, or Robin also crying, he only cared about you.
Like the first time he saw you, Steve only had his eyes on you.
“No... hey. Don’t cry! Why’re you crying...” you gently asked Steve. Reaching up a shaky hand to stroke his face, just like he was doing to yours. Like you always did when Steve cried to you. You’d never seen him cry in public before, why was he crying? You didn’t want that.
Steve sobbed, putting your hand back down, with his own shaking one. He was shocked you could even speak, because looking at you you looked.... you looked dead. You were still moving, your eyes were still open, he’d noticed your chest rising and falling too, but your body looked so pale, nothing like the usual warmth you had in your cheeks, and you were so weak... and by the way you were speaking Steve knew... He sobbed, bringing his forehead down to yours, crying loudly as he pressed against it, feeling your warmth from your skin, because you were always warm.
Steve knew it was bad.
“You’re okay baby.” Steve sniffed, swallowing loudly, like he was desperate for air, kissing against your sweaty hair, before deciding he wanted to see you better, he wanted you to be able to see him... deciding it was best, to take your hands up in his, kissing all over them instead. “You’re okay sweetheart. Just hang on, okay y/n?”
You started shaking, shivering, and Steve wobbled, spit flicking from his lips as he burst small cries again. “You’re okay baby. Help’s coming.” He shuffled closer, trying his best for once in his life, to look serious. To pretend like he had any control. So he could keep you safe. “The ambulance is on its way right now. Be here any minute, you’ve just gotta stay with me okay?”
Steve kissed you. Trying not to think about it being the last time. So he kept kissing you. Over and over. Terrified he was hurting you. And euphoric every time your lips kissed him back. “You can do that, can’t you y/n? Huh? Gonna stay with me just a bit longer? Wanna stay with me forever huh?” Steve kissed you again, pressing his tongue against yours this time and feeling nothing but relief when he felt it warm, and wet, and moving, like it should be. “We were gonna get that picket fence. Remember, tiny little Harrington’s, huh? Promised I’d get you any pet you wanted. I’m gonna stay right here with you, okay?” He shook your hands, gripping them firmly in his.
His face breaking once more.
“Please. Baby.”
You didn’t answer this time. But your face remained the same. Tired, slightly confused, but moving. Almost animated. But moving was enough for Steve. He just wished you’d talk.
Eddie had his head down, pressing agaisnt your wounds, two hands in different places. His bandana under his left hand, and your shirt crumpled to seal wounds shut on the right. But the blood just kept coming. Eddie couldn’t look up. He couldn’t. He didn’t want Steve to see his face.
But Robin couldn’t look away. She kept both her hands pressed on a big wound just below your stomach, her eyes blinking tears away, as she sniffled quietly. Her voice wavering as she looked at her best friend in the whole world, because she knew what was about to happen. “Steve...”
“No!” Steve looked up to Robin. Eyes dangerous but determined. It wavering into devastation, and just pleas, as he looked back down to you. Switching between you both. Because he couldn’t take his eyes off you. “Don’t, Robin!”
He couldn’t handle it. He didn’t need it. And Robin knew that. She quietly sobbed, only letting a couple of small cries out before going silent. Pleading with her body not to shake under pressure just this once, so she could keep leaning down on you.
You looked into Steve’s eyes, one more time. And then, right in front of him, his heart sunk as he watched them dull, your head rolling towards the sky. Still blinking. Still blinking. But not focusing on anyone right now.
“Please don’t go, please. Please don’t leave me.” Steve cried. Clutching onto your shoulders, and taking your cheek, still warm, blood from a cut on your apple still wet, in his left hand as he turned you over to look at him. Your eyes dazed. “Please baby. Please y/n, I love you. I love you! I can’t do this without you, oh God, please y/n don’t leave me. Please stay with me PLEASE!” Steve clutched onto the collar of your shirt, his other hand pounding into the earth, a cry wrecking through his entire frame, as his body shook. Hot eyes rapidly blinking away his tears as he gently cradled your jaw, his fingers stroking your soft hair, as he begged with you. Pressing small kisses to your nose, wet from spit and his tears that were streaming down, as he begged with you, saying small sweet things as he pleaded with you to stay, promised you’d be okay, pledged his whole life to spending it with you.
And then, a glorious sound came, one that Steve didn’t think was real, until Nancy came running over. And he saw how fast she’d been running, the tears pouring down her face.
And Steve knew Nancy would only leave that phone for one thing.
Steve wobbled as he moved down, closer to the dirt, pressing a shaky kiss to your lips. Sobbing when he felt you kissing him back again. When he peered those centimetres up, even with the tears in his eyes, he could see you clearly this close. And your eyes were tracking him, your lips down turned in a frown, fluttering across his soft cheeks as tears stained them, and then back to his eyes, with concern.
Steve rubbed his thumbs under your cheekbones, even though your tears had long since dried, and he smiled at you. Speaking softly, even over the sirens. “You’re gonna be okay baby. Gonna stay here with me, forever. Can stay with me y/n.”
And Steve pressed a finally alright kiss to you. Because when you saw Steve smile, you smiled too.
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