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Young Doppelgangers in the Derry Hospital

TW; blood, hospital, non-graphic injury, paranoia, homophobia ment.

Syd dragged their friend Stanley firmly by the sleeve of their flannel. “I can’t believe you did that, Stan, we’re in the middle of fucking no-where, in a little, shitty, run down town and you think that putting the moves on the most outrageously hick-looking guy was a good idea?” “He looked like he needed someone to piss him off-” Stanley managed, blood dripping down his chin, he cupped his hand below it, the other hand on his eye. “No! No, he really didn’t actually.” Stan merely snorted, accidentally spitting blood ahead of them. A nurse directed them to sit outside the 4th floor desk, so Sydney pulled Stan into the elevator, who stumbled awkwardly behind them.

“Hold it! Hold the door!” Someone shouted. Syd let go of Stanley and pressed the button that held the door open, while Stan simultaneously clamoured over to shove their arm in the elevator doorway. “Thanks kids,” the man huffed and puffed, leaning against the elevator wall as he made it in. “Don’t call us k-” “Is that Richie Toz-” Stan wiped his lip and flinched as the fibers of their flannel scraped their busted lip. “Are you Richie Tozier?” Richie went stiff and adjusted his glasses to look at the young adults. “Uh, haha, I get that a lot… Yeah- I’m Richie Tozier. You are?” He stared at the two warily and rubbed his eyes.

Syd became visibly uneasy, the man was staring at them and it was blatant. “T-that’s so cool!” Stan stammered, patting their pockets, disheveled. They fished out their flask and shrugged half-heartedly “Good enough I guess, can you sign this?” Richie eyed the flask and Syd rolled their eyes. “Sorry, don’t have a pen right now. Hey-” He turned to Syd, “Has anyone ever said you look like Bev Marsh?” Stan immediately burst into a little snicker. Syd bit back a groan, “Yeah, I’ve definitely heard it before,”

“...Well have you ever met her?”

“Well, no, obviously not.”

“Want to?”

“What?”

DING.

They were on the third floor.

Before Sydney could answer the comedian he shouted into the hallway abruptly. “BEVERLY C’MERE!” Syd went stiff, Stan stopped laughing, they both slunk rigidly off of the elevator behind Tozier. And as if they were in some weird, poorly written fanfiction, there was Beverly Marsh, scrambling out of a hospital room. A nurse hushed Richie but he quickly waved her off, running over to Bev, bouncing from his heels to his toes and pointing at the two he had discovered in the elevator. She stopped in her tracks, eyeing them with the same intensity Richie had in the elevator.

Stan gave a tone-deaf, flailing wave and approached them with his non-bloody hand extended. “Hi! Stanley Barb--” “Stanley? Your name is Stanley?” Beverly echoed over them. She then looked up and down incredulously, as if she doubted their name was Stanley. “W-wellll yess?” Bev gently took their hand and shook it, looking back to Richie, Stan couldn't read her expression. “Interesting,” Beverly breathed out after a pause. Richie looked to Syd, beginning to wave them over. Syd made no response. Stan pulled away from Bev and held up a finger, prancing their happy-ass over to Syd again. “Novs? Earth to Novs. They’re nice, relax,” Stan muttered, placing a hand on their shoulder. Syd untensed briefly, but as Richie approached them, they went stiff again, grabbing Stan’s arm firmly. Suddenly, the nearby desk was completely overturned, papers flying everywhere.

Stan consciously struggled not to bite their lip and began trying to catch the papers, leaving bloody smears on all of them. Richie jumped, scrambling back to Bev’s side. Beverly stared at Syd in a way that was less alarming, calm, knowing, almost. “Are you okay, honey?” Bev asked, taking a careful pace forward. Finally snapping out of it, Syd shoved their arms in their pocket, “I’m fine, and don’t call me that.” “Okay, okay, sorry,” Beverly continued to approach with more grace and gentleness to her then Richie could muster. “What happened to you?” she asked the frantic curly-headed boy? girl? person. Beverly shook her head awkwardly, she was still trying to rid herself of binary language and both of these people certainly were enforcing that. “I got in a little scrap but I’m fine!” Stan chirped back peppily which gained a gentle, scolding nudge from Syd’s shoe. “I’m a big fan by the way, of both of you,” Stan blurted. Beverly looked unconvinced but Richie offered a cheesy, awkward smile. “Thanks,” they responded in unison.

“Y’know, not only do you look like me when I was younger,” the designer started, then turning back to Stan, “You look like our friend, Stanley Uris.” “Uris?” Stan echoed, chuckling slightly, “That’s an interesting last name it kinda sounds like Uri-” ”Urine! Right?” Richie blurted. Stanley grinned and nodded, “Yeah, Urine.” Beverly laughed and shook her head, “They’d hate that you immediately jumped to that,” “They?” Syd repeated, Bev simply nodded, looking a smidge nervous, “Did I do it right?” Sydney cracked a smile, instantly relaxing, “Yeah, you did it right, good job.” “Anyways!” Stanley spoke immediately after, wiping their lip again, “You said I look like someone? Because honestly, I’m not convinced.” Syd rolled their eyes as Bev held up her finger and ran back to the room she was in before. A nurse approached Stan immediately after they set all the now bloodied paperwork back on the desk. Syd had also collected items and paper while talking, and set theirs on top of Stan’s stack, hitting the bulk of it on the desk to straighten out.

“Stanley Barber, right? Do you have insurance?” Barber went stiff and inhaled sharply. “No, no I don’t,” Richie perked up but kept his distance. Stanley started rummaging through their pockets. “I really just need someone to sew this up, the shiner is manageable. How much would that be, do you think?” The nurse raised a sympathetic brow and gently took Stan’s jaw, looking at their lip. “How much blood have you lost?” “Uh-” “A lot,” Syd answered, placing their hand gently on Stan’s back, noticing they were getting shaky. “You’ll probably need blood too,” “No, no, I’m totally okay I just need the stitches, hell give me the supplies and I’ll-” “I can cover their bill,” Richie blurted, pacing up with his hands shoved in his pockets. Stan jumped nearly out of their skin “Whoa dude you do not have to-” “No, no I got it, trust me I’ve got it.” The nurse simply shrugged, grabbing some bandaging to momentarily stunt the bleeding of Stanley’s lip and placing it there, “Okay, let me go get that paperwork.” “Holy shit, thank you so much thank you-” Stan spun around, lightly touching the bandage on their lip as a crowd of people piled out of the hospital room where Bev had entered. “No problemo dude I-” Richie looked back and smiled as his friends all filed in. Barber grabbed Syd’s arm, quickly becoming anxious and brushing their thumb over their corduroy.

“Holy shit, Bev, you were right-” a taller, brunette man blurted. “I know, look at them!” Stan twitched uneasily, leaning into their friend. Syd bit their lip and crossed their arms, “Okay you don’t have to stare,” they snapped sharply. The group of older adults straightened up. “Can I ask your names?” another asked cautiously, his gentle brown eyes resting on the two. Syd decided he was safe. “I’m Mike Hanlon,” He said, lowering himself slightly and offering his hand to them. Syd shook it half-heartedly, Stan hesitantly followed. “Sydney Novak and Stanley Barber,” Syd said, thumbing at Stan when they introduced them. “It’s nice to meet you both, I’m sorry this has to be overwhelming.”

Someone slammed into Stan’s back, making him yelp and accidentally jerk Syd forward too who quickly planted their feet. “Shuh-shoot, I’m sorry St-” They turned around, a sleep deprived man that Syd found vaguely familiar ogled at Stanley. “Stuh-Stan what happened to yuh-your-” “I got in a fight, do I know you?” Barber cut him off. The man’s face contorted in confusion, straightening up and crossing his arms, looking past them at Mike and the group. “Oh,” he muttered, “Wrong Stan. I’m sorry you juh-juh-just-” “Apparently look alot like them?” Stan interrupted again, gaining an exasperated groan from the man across from them, and a disciplinary elbow to the ribs from Syd. Bill looked to Syd and stared for a moment longer before looking back at his friends again, brows furrowed in confusion. Beverly walked up behind Stan, gently resting a hand on their shoulder which gained another anxious squawk. “Here, this is us as kids,” “Wait you were all friends?” Stanley asked, taking her phone gently. A fuzzy picture of a scanned in photo booth set.

Syd snapped out of focusing on the mess of a man in the flannel, still trying to remember why on earth he looked familiar. They looked over to the photo and their eyes went wide, that did look just like them and Stan. Though, Sydney noted, Stan would never wear clothes like that, too sensible. “Wow,” they muttered, “No, you were right I kinda get it now,” they said, in reference to the staring. Bill laughed awkwardly, turning to walk next to Beverly. “How is Stuh-stan doing?” Barber perked up slightly before remembering the situation, still staring at the images on the phone. “They said they’re feeling a bit better, taking a nap right now,” “Oh thu-they were uh-up already tuh-today?” The man sounded disappointed and shifted awkwardly in his timberlands. “Yeah, but I’m sure they’ll be up later, relax.” Bev gave a sympathetic pat that had a teasing undertone Syd picked up on easily.

“This shit is crazy,” Stan muttered to Syd who nodded slowly. “I’d need to be a lot more high right now to not be freaked out.” They heard Beverly and Richie snort, then Richie returned to filling out that paperwork he had been handed at some point. “Dude,” Sydney slapped Stan’s arm gently, “Don’t talk about that here.” They glanced, embarrassed, up at the group of adults. The taller brunette made a ‘lips are sealed’ motion, Beverly snickered again. “I’m going to go sit with them,” Bill blurted and bolted into the nearby hospital room with urgency. Richie perked up, finishing the papers and turning them over to the nurse, “I should go check on Eds.” Syd raised a brow, that name had not been mentioned. They looked back at the image on the phone, there was a kid who was piled onto the young Richie Tozier in the photo, Syd didn’t think it was anyone that was present.

Stan fidgeted anxiously, picking at the cuticles, Syd popped their hand gently when noticing. “You two should keep in contact,” Beverly blurted, “Come visit once you're stitched up, okay? And be more careful next time.” “Yeah Stan,” Syd grinned. Stan crossed their arms, “Okay, thank you ma’am. Let me put my number in here,” they flicked through onto contacts and added themselves, “Text me and I’ll let you know when we’re done.” Bev nodded, taking back the phone. The nurse was waiting rather impatiently behind the young adults. Syd rolled their eyes and muttered a forced apology at the annoyed worker before they walked back for Stan to get their stitches.