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thefreakmunscn - dependent eddie munson for hwkinshq penned by jen , 26 , est , she & her

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

siting back down, eddie ran his fingers through his bangs before letting out a low sigh. okay , so this was clearly not working. steve obviously didn't remember him ( or want to remember him ? ) and eddie was just wasting his energy. at this point did he just go to the nurses station and ask them to call nancy to pick him back up ? it was a waste being here seeing as they were going nowhere. why was this so damn difficult ? eddie had seen movies where people forget their memories, but unlike those movies , eddie can't just drop a comical anvil on top of steve's head ( even though he really wanted to ) so . . . . where does he go from here ? does he start from the beginning ? re introduce himself and just slowly work his way back up ? or should he just throw his hands in the air and say, ‘ fuck it ’ ? “ i'm your friend too , you dumbass. ” he sighed , throwing his head back to rest against the wall. closing his eyes , eddie absent mindedly twisted the rings around his fingers. thoughts racing and stomach churning with anxiety. he had to get out of here. he had to get away from this enviroment. it was too much. dare he say this was more intense than being in the upside down. “ i think i need to leave. ” he sighed, walking over to the corner to grab his vest that had slung over the back of a chair.

#💀 | this is my year. i can feel it ➻ interactions #with ➻ steve.

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?"

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.

#💀 | this is my year. i can feel it ➻ interactions #with ➻ steve.

@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.

#💀 | this is my year. i can feel it ➻ interactions #with ➻ steve.

| | ➻ ( joseph quinn, twenty-four, he/him ) did you hear all the drama from rick’s party ? yeah apparently ( edward ’ eddie ’ munson ) was there. i think someone said they work at ( sam goody’s ) and their favourite song is ( danger on the track by europe ) and that they tend to be ( eccentric, passionate ) but also seemed quite ( defensive, rowdy ). everyone says they remind them of ( cracked knuckles, impassioned speeches, the rolling of dice, and the clinking of rings ) …. i guess i could see that too. | |

#hwkinshq.intro #💀 | i didnt run this time ➻ introduction.