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Death of Me: Chapter 15 - A Very Special Meeting of the Hellfire Club

Chapter 15 | Series Masterlist

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Warnings: 18+ content, minors DNI, pregnancy, childbirth, fluff.

October 31st 1986.

If you thought you were miserable during your first trimester, boy were you unprepared for going a week past your due date.

You're fairly certain that raspberries may go extinct at the rate you're chugging cups of raspberry leaf tea. Not that you care. Stupid raspberries.

Eddie had taken you on miles long meanders in the woods around Hawkins, trying to hold a conversation with you that wouldn't end in you frustrated. You appreciate the effort but still, stupid walks.

Your mother had said castor oil was a great way to get things moving. You didn't have time to find out before the oily substance on your tongue made you vomit. Stupid oil.

You woke up this morning particularly irritable, stomping around the house until Eddie finally dared to ask what was bothering you so. You'd shot him a death glare and then pointed at your stomach,

"He's supposed to be here. We were told the 23rd."

"I know sweetheart, but maybe he's just super cosy in there and isn't ready to leave yet. But we'll get to meet him soon." Eddie gives you a soft smile and you groan,

"Spare me that crap. I just want him off my bladder." You growl the last words as your son helpfully pushes down on your bladder as though to illustrate your point.

Eddie tries to give you a sympathetic smile but it doesn't win you over, you're uncomfortable and sore and you feel like you haven't slept in months.

"You don't have to come with me tonight, I really don't mind if you want to stay home and get some rest, maybe a bubble bath."

"Two things," You hold up your fingers, "One, I can't drive myself to the hospital if your son decides he wants to make an appearance. Two, there is no way on God's green earth I'm going to be able to fit into that tub right now." You rummage through the cupboard, locating your coffee mug with ease. Eddie learned the hard way that your caffeine intake was not his to police while you were sleeping so poorly. A tiny foot in the ribs doesn't exactly send you off into a dreamless sleep.

Eddie comes over to you, wrapping an arm around your shoulder, the other rubbing your stomach soothingly.

"Ugh you smell like water." You grumble and wrinkle your nose while Eddie stands baffled,

"What the hell does water smell like?"

"I don't know but you just do!" Eddie bites back a chuckle, knowing you'll bite his head off if he does.

"Okay I'm going to go shower and see if that somehow makes me smell less like water. Do you want me to help you with your costume when I'm done?"

"You're going to have to squeeze me into it, I feel like I've swallowed a planet."

The zip glides smoothly up your back as Eddie finishes helping you get dressed, mercifully you’d picked a much larger size, meaning Eddie did not have to “grease you up” as he kindly offered. You sit on the edge of the bed and he kneels down to help you slip your feet into your shoes, a small frown crossing his face, placing the shoes back down beside him and switching to rubbing your feet, a quiet tut leaving his mouth,

"You're been on your feet too much again." He gently chides, it's coming from a place of concern, not control.

"Well how else am I going to walk this baby out?" You lean back onto a pillow you hastily shove behind you, sighing as Eddie’s hands work over your sore feet, relaxing the muscles and helping the painful swelling on your feet reduce. You shut your eyes and let another long sigh go,

“Better?”

“Don’t be smug about it.” Eddie laughs and you smile, “Alright if you don’t stop now I’m going to have to insist you cancel tonight and carry on.”

“Sorry guys, no game tonight. Fiancee’s feet hurt so I’m spending the evening taking care of her? Yeah what an asshole I’d be.” Eddie places your shoes onto your feet gently and stands up, holding out a hand to help you up.

“Five more minutes.” You pout and Eddie lets his hand drop, shrugging,

“Fine but then you miss out on watching me stab myself in the eye multiple times.” Eddie ducks into the bathroom as he calls out to you.

“It’s just not that difficult to do Eddie, how many times do I have to do your makeup for you?” You eventually manage to pull yourself off the bed and waddle into the bathroom watching as he immediately pulls his lower lid down,

“Absolutely not. Put the pencil down Munson.” You had explained so many times that doing that was going to cause premature aging around his eyes but he just doesn’t listen, insisting this was the only way he could put eyeliner on. You take the pencil from his hand and turn his head to yours, rolling your eyes at the satisfied grin on his face. To his credit, Eddie keeps still as he squats down so you can reach his eyes with ease, and is able to fight the instinct to back away from the invading black pencil rimming his eyes.

“Okay, there. Not difficult.” You step back and let Eddie admire his lined eyes in the mirror, grinning at your handiwork as he inspects it.

“Thank you sweetheart.” Eddie smooches the top of your head, “Now where are those fangs?”

He rummages through the bag he’s haphazardly thrown onto the counter and produces a plastic pack of fangs.

“Eddie, those are going to shred your gums to pieces, what happened to the caps I found?”

“The caps were cool, but these glow in the dark.” Eddie switches the light off as he speaks and produces another pack of faintly green teeth and offers them to you.

“Nope, I’m sticking with my caps, have fun wrecking your gums though.”

“Your losh.” Eddie struggles with the plastic encasing his teeth, but you can see he’s grinning in the dark thanks to the glow of the teeth.

You switch the light back on and gently bump him aside so you can better see the mirror for placing the fang caps over your teeth. The putty tastes vile but secures them comfortably and means you can still talk without sounding insane. You spot Eddie rummaging in the bag once more and he produces a frankly ridiculous amount of fake blood.

“I thought we were both going as vampires? You going as Carrie or something?” Eddie laughs as you watch him with a raised eyebrow,

“I got a good deal.”

“I’d hope so, that jug is getting passed down to our grandkids.”

Eddie dips a q-tip into the jug and dabs two marks on your neck, dragging the soaked cotton along your skin to emulate a trickle of blood. You shudder at the sticky sensation but in the mirror you have to admit it looks realistic.

“Okay now do me.”

“Eddie… we have plans.” You joke, it takes him a split second to grasp your meaning but he does,

“I meant the fake blood, idiot.” Eddie teases as he presents you with a q tip and tilts his neck for you.

“What if I just draw a dick on your neck right now?”

“You’re a menace. I’m trusting you to behave.”

You’re the first to the Wheeler’s house, aside from the Wheeler’s of course. Nancy answers the door, dressed as a witch, complete with pointy hat and broomstick. As you head into the basement you see Mike, with an alarming amount of gel through his hair, slicking it back. You tilt your head on the side unable to place the costume inspiration, he notices your stare,

“It will make sense when El gets here.”

“You’re gonna die when you realise.” Nancy laughs as she moves more chairs around the table and then beckons you upstairs with her. “No baby yet then?”

“Shit, we left him at home.” You deadpan and then laugh,

“Sorry, stupid question huh?”

“It’s okay, but if he doesn’t come soon I am sending him to a bad school.”

A doorbell interrupts you and you see a sliver of orange and white in the gap between Nancy and the door, Nancy is nearly on the floor with giggles and steps aside to allow Dustin in, Dustin who is wearing a gigantic grin, and a traffic cone costume.

“Points for originality.” You manage between laughs. He tries to bow and nearly takes Eddie out with the tip of the cone on his head.

“Shit Henderson, you were right. I’d never have guessed.”

“Thank you, thank you.” Dustin holds out his hand and Eddie places a bill into the hand, shaking his head and laughing.

Eleven arrives alongside Will and Jonathon, and immediately you twig the costume as Mike goes in to hug her,

“Oh my god you guys are Danny and Sandy! That is beyond cute!” Dustin pretends to gag from behind their back but you can see he thinks the costume is cute too. Will and Jonathon have both dressed as wizards, Will’s costume is one that is well loved, you can see from the adjustments made to the costume to fit a growing body. Will immediately attaches himself to Eddie and is asking a million questions a minute about the campaign, and Eddie matches his energy immediately, gesturing with his hands in a manner that is bound to result in someone being accidentally hit.

Robin is next to arrive, with her designated driver dressed in a blue boiler suit and raybans.

“Maverick from Top Gun?” Steve nods, grinning, clearly thrilled with his costume. Robin’s is harder to place, a mustard yellow sweater and pale blue jeans.

“Any clues?” She shakes her head, looking like she might explode at any given minute into raucous laughter,

“She won’t even give me any clues. It’s driving me crazy! Like, I know this sweater from somewhere!”

“Robin!” Dustin hollers from across the room, “Nice Steve costume!”

Robin collapses into laughter as Steve’s jaw drops, not sure whether to be offended or flattered.

“Is this why you were asking me about my hair care routine??”

Erica, Lucas and Max are dropped off by the basement door so that Max can be easily wheeled into the basement, Max is dressed as Freddie Krueger, with Lucas dressed as Nancy Thompson, complete with a beautifully styled wig. Erica has on a cowboy hat, with an apple mark on her cheek, and is wearing pale orange clothes, you have to ask Dustin who immediately twigs and compliments the cleverness of the costume.

“She’s Applejack.”

“Apple who?”

“My Little Pony.”

“Ooh, that is clever.”

You notice the absence of the original Hellfire club, you know Eddie had invited them but it had been a terse call, two had moved away from Hawkins in the aftermath of the “earthquake” and weren’t thrilled about coming back and Gareth had politely declined as he apparently had a date, which Eddie wasn’t entirely sure he believed. You’d done your best not to eavesdrop but the phone was on the wall in the kitchen, and you were trying to make dinner, so it’s not entirely your fault that you’d overheard the conversations. Eddie had insisted it didn’t bother him that they were seemingly avoiding him, but eventually you’d pointed out that it’s okay if it did bother him, and you were always happy to listen if he wanted to talk about it, and that was enough for Eddie, to know he had a supportive partner, and friends who weren’t dodging his calls for a Halloween-themed D&D afternoon/evening.

Eddie starts the session and immediately is met with confused stares at his slurred speech. Eddie sighs heavily and spits out his vampire teeth and tries again to speak, this time everyone understanding.

It’s about an hour in when you stand to pick up the dice Eddie is helpfully gesturing to, you feel a slight cramp in your belly, you brush it off. You’d been dealing with braxton hicks for the last 3 weeks and this did not feel any different to those, so you take a sip of water and grab a handful of pretzels when your turn is over, knowing these usually help to alleviate the symptoms.

Eddie catches Mike gawking at your bump and puts his head in front of his face to intercept the gaze,

“She’s not going to explode, you know. Quit your staring.” Mike averts his gaze but you do catch him glancing a few times, and you’re fairly sure Eddie’s statement was right on the money because the boy is looking at you like he expects an Alien chestburster situation is going to happen any second.

Another hour passes and your snacking hasn’t stopped the discomfort, and as another cramp hits you curse under your breath and kick Eddie’s foot under the table, Eddie’s eyes flick to you and he notices the beads of sweat on your head,

“You okay?” He whispers, you shake your head and gesture for him to lean in closer, the second the phrase,

“I think I’m having contractions.” Leaves your lips he is on his feet,

“Right, someone take a note of where we’re at, we’re gonna head to the hospital and go have us a baby.” Eddie grabs your hand and guides you out of the house without a moment’s hesitation.

Will shuts his eyes and closes Eddie’s notebooks without peeking, before Dustin or Mike think to hop up and have a rummage.

“Eddie, they're going to tell us to go home and wait until my contractions are more frequent.”

“That’s fine, but I want you to get checked out first.” Eddie’s knuckles are white on the steering wheel.

“We don’t even have my hospital bag in the van, we need to go home first. We can call my parents and Wayne too and let them know.” Eddie takes the next turn reluctantly, clearly not happy with the diversion back to your house but knowing you’re making sense.

You’re helped down from the van and as another contraction hits so does a wave of nausea and you proceed to vomit on Eddie’s shoes. Mercifully they’re not his usual white reeboks, they’re black so the staining isn’t visible, because that would probably make you vomit again.

“Sorry.”

“It’s fine, I need new shoes anyway.” He shuffles out of them and dumps them into the trashcan as you head to the front door. You call your parents as Eddie hops up the stairs, taking about 4 at a time by the sound alone. He's coming back down the stairs just as you tell your parents what’s happening, a bag slung over one shoulder and trying to hop into a new shoe.

“You can call Wayne, I desperately need to sit down.” You struggle over to a chair as Eddie dials, phone pressed into his shoulder as he puts the other shoe on.

“Hey Wayne -”

You hear a small pop and feel fluid trickling down your leg, for a split second you wonder if you might have pissed yourself but then it dawns on you.

“SHIT BABY COMING GOTTA GO BYE.” Eddie manages to garble out before he slams the receiver down and all but fireman carries you out of the house.

Without the cushioning of liquid your contractions are suddenly infinitely worse, to the point that when you arrive at the hospital the first thing you say to a member of staff is,

“Drugs. Get me drugs.”

You’re helped into a wheelchair and wheeled into an examination room where a midwife checks you over and confirms you’re in labour, to which you snarkily reply,

“I could have told you that!” Eddie mouths an apology to her and is waved off,

“If you think that’s the worst anyone has said to me mid-labour you are mistaken. Let me take you guys to a room and you can get settled in there.”

Eddie settles you on the bed, making sure you have enough pillows to be comfortable and fussing around until you ask him to just sit down because he’s making you anxious with his pacing. You receive pain relief and are able to relax between exams, and countless members of staff walking in and out to check on you. You have gas and air available to you and of course Eddie asks to try it as soon as you’re on your own.

“Oooh I feel all dizzy.” Eddie laughs as he hands the mouthpiece back to you,

“I’m more enjoying it for the pain relief, but I’m glad you’re having fun.” You stick your tongue out at him.

It’s around 9pm when you first start feeling the urge to push, you alert Eddie and he presses the call button behind your head. Your midwife confirms that you can start to push and Eddie pales for a second but shakes his head, regaining himself and comes to stand by your side taking your hand in his.

It takes two hours of pushing, your whole body wracked with pain and covered in sweat. Eddie tried to distract you from the pain by slipping his fangs in when you weren’t looking and then flashing you a cheesy grin, that did make you laugh until you realised that laughing hurt just as bad as a contraction at the minute. Eddie didn’t have time to remove the fangs before you had to push once more, and this time you were told to hold the push, because the baby's head was so close. You held until you were fairly sure you were about to pass out and then managed one more push.

“Okay heads out! Now let's get these shoulders out and get this guy out!” You could only give a half hearted thumbs up to the midwife as you huffed on the gas and air as though it might hold the secret to getting the baby out with one painless push.

“You got thish.” Eddie rubs your back, “My shtrong girl, you can do it.”

You listen to your body and your midwife’s instructions and eventually, after a lot of pushing, swearing and sweating, you feel a small foot kick your thigh and an almost instant relief of pressure.

The cry comes moments later, a beautiful sound to yours and Eddie’s ears. Your son is placed on your chest and Eddie perches on the bed, putting his arm around you to cradle you gently as you look down at the small person laying on you.

Wayne was absolutely right about the Munson nose, and dark tufts on his slightly bloodied head indicate he’s got Eddie’s hair. The shape of his lips is similar to your own and it makes you smile to see your own features in this perfect being in your arms. Your midwife helps you finish delivery then takes your son away briefly to check him over and clean him up a bit, eventually handing you a bundle of blue blankets surrounding his face.

“11.59pm, he just made the cut for a Halloween birthday.” The midwife jokes,

“Hell yeah he did.” Eddie grins, then practically melts into a puddle when his finger is grabbed so tightly. You rest the back of your head on Eddie’s chest and he rests his chin on the top of your head as you both stare in absolute wonder.

“Can’t believe we made him.” You say quietly,

“Me neither. He’s just so perfect.” You nod at Eddie’s words, stroking the top of your son’s head.

“You should probably call our families, let them know.”

“You sure? They can wait till tomorrow.” You nod reassuring him you are happy for him to step out for a second.

Eddie keeps the door open, and stretches the phone cord to its absolute limit so that he never has to take his eyes off of the two of you while he makes the calls. Your parents cry, but Wayne? Wayne wails down the phone at the news, utterly unintelligible noise.

“Okay… Well, visiting hours are from 9am so you can come meet him if you want.” More loud sobbing, that sounds like an agreement.

After a night of not really sleeping because you don’t want to take your eyes off of your new baby, and also doing your best impression of a human cow, as you described it to Eddie, 9am rolls around and your parents and Wayne, who had carpooled and being sitting in the car in the parking lot since 7.30am don’t wait a second before they’re practically running to meet their first grandchild.

Wayne is allowed first cuddles and then proceeds to make the strange, strangled wailing noise from last night when Eddie whispers the name to him. Your parents busy themselves with checking on you, trying to wait their turn to see their grandson. Wayne passes the baby to your mother who wells up when the soft weight is placed in her arms, your father similarly chokes up, looking between the baby, you, and Eddie.

“He’s a perfect mix of the pair of you.”

Eddie peers over your mother’s shoulder, “Yeah, sorry about the nose kid.” Everyone softly chuckles and your father awkwardly places a hand on Eddie’s shoulder.

“Do we get to know the name then?” Your mother asks, gesturing at a quiet sniffling Wayne, you nod and gesture to Eddie.

“His name is Oscar Wayne Munson.” The loud sobbing from Wayne starts up again and your parents smile,

“Or, Ozzy.” You speak up and your mother glances at you, confused,

“Like Osbourne?” You nod, Eddie’s a little too stunned to speak that your mother knows who Ozzy Osbourne is.

“It actually fits, really well.” Your mother laughs looking down at the baby in her arms, “Little Ozzy.” Eventually she is convinced to pass him to your father for cuddles, and then Oscar is placed back in your arms, where you hold him close to you, inhaling that fresh new baby smell that Eddie was convinced was a myth until he’d sniffed Oscar’s head and declared they needed to make that smell a car air freshener. Your family stay for a while, but they notice you getting tired and politely excuse themselves, leaving you and Eddie to cuddle up with your child.

“Hey, did you ever think, all those times you were glaring at me from across the canteen that we’d get to this point?”

“Eddie, I love you so much. But if anyone had told me back then this was how my ‘86 was going to go I would have personally driven them to Pennhurst myself.”

“‘86 was definitely our year though, right?”

“Absolutely.”

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Death of Me: Chapter 11 - Awake

Chapter 11 | Series Masterlist

2.1k words

Warnings: 18+ content, minors DNI, pregnancy, reference to broken bones, blood

A small, slightly disappointed huff leaves Eddie's lips,

"I'm telling you, he doesn't like me!"

"And I’m telling you, you're being ridiculous, he's too small for you to feel it when he's kicking." You'd been feeling movements for the last week, and while you were both delighted with this, you could see Eddie was feeling a little left out that he couldn't yet feel anything.

"Nope. Kid hates me already." Eddie jokes, bumping your shoulder with his as he lays beside you, brushing his bangs from his eyes.

“You need to let me trim your hair, it’s gonna get to October and you’re going to be unable to see our newborn because your hair will be obscuring your vision.”

Eddie laughs, “You don’t trust me to trim it myself?”

“Eddie, I've seen what happens when you trim it too short.”

“In my defence I was trying to keep it in line, and then it just kept getting shorter and shorter. That was not my best look huh?” You shake your head with an apologetic smile,

“No I’m afraid that wasn’t the haircut that would have ever won me over.” Eddie pretends to pout,

“What if I’d suggested we start our arrangement with that haircut?”

“Then we wouldn’t be here right now because you know I’d have laughed you right out of the canteen or library or wherever else you decided to proposition me.”

"I’m fairly certain you actually made the first move. Anyway, guess what arrived on Wayne's doorstep today."

"You’re insane. And I’m gonna guess… your secret love child from a tryst with another member of the Hawkins cheer squad?" You gasp in horror, “I thought I was the only one. How could you?”

"Shit how did you guess?" Eddie pulls a face at you and pulls you closer, until your head is resting on his shoulder, lowering his voice until it's barely a whisper, "I got hush money. ‘For my discretion’"

“But you’ve never been discrete a day in your life.” Eddie snorts

“Well I’m not running around town about what happened to me am I?”

"That’s true, maybe I should give you more credit. So, hush money?" Eddie nods, looking down at you with a happy smile,

“There was something else too”

“If you now say a love child you will be getting smacked.” You hover your hand over his arm, ready to drop at any second,

"No, it was a, uh, it was an honorary diploma, no more repeating senior year for me."

"Shit, if only you'd known before that nearly dying in an alternate hellscape dimension would guarantee you a pass I'm sure you'd have done that sooner."

"Well that was my first thought too. Full of regret that I didn’t try that my first senior year." Eddie sarcastically replies, gently flicking your arm. "But the money. It's uh. Enough to pay off my treatments, help Wayne out with some of his debts and we'd still have a good deal left over."

"Jesus, how much did they give you?" Eddie scratches his head, and leans over to his jacket haphazardly thrown over your vanity chair, pulling out an envelope from one of the inner pockets and handing it to you silently. You pull the letter from the envelope and your eyes go wide as you read the figure.

"Shit."

"Yep."

"That's…"

"Enough for a house." You whip your head up to look at Eddie, perched on the end of your bed, grinning at you.

"You sure? You really don’t have to do this.”

"Am I sure it's enough or I am sure I want this?"

"Eddie, you know what I mean."

He nods, "I'm sure, it's not like your parents would be in love with me moving in here, or that Wayne would enjoy another Munson under his roof, last kid he tried to raise turned his hair white." He chuckles and shifts himself on the bed, to be closer, "If this is truly what you want then I am all in."

“Are you sure it won’t be terribly boring for you?”

“Raising a kid in a stable home? Yeah I can’t think of anything worse.” Eddie stares at you pointedly, “C’mon, what are you really worrying about?”

“Just that you’re rushing a lot of things and that you might regret this later on. Maybe that you’re only doing this because my parents are putting pressure on you.” You shrug, picking at a non-existent thread on your sleeve until Eddie takes your hand,

“Okay. It is very rushed and I’m sorry that a lot of this feels too soon, but I really want this. Want to be better than my old man was. If I’m moving too fast, just tell me and I’ll slow down, you know that.”

You nod and let Eddie pull you onto his lap, hugging you as close as he can with a growing bump in the way.

“I want this too, I just worry that you will become bored.”

“Please. Shoot me when I get bored of having the hottest wife in Hawkins, and the cutest kids.” You laugh and waggle your fingers in front of your face,

“You keep calling me your future wife but you still haven’t asked.”

“Working on that.” Eddie kisses your cheek, a mischievous twinkle in his eyes.

Wayne had been searching his possessions all day, sent on a mission by his nephew that morning, after a long chat in which both men had got misty eyed. He had a growing sense of unease when he struggled to find the box within a few minutes of his search, certain that he would have placed it in one of the obvious safe places in the trailer, the fireproof safe, nope, maybe his cupboard by his bed, nope.. Now that unease grew to full blown dread at telling Eddie that the item may have been lost when they lost their first trailer.

He curses himself for not thinking to ensure that the box was safe when he first moved in, now searching through his kitchen cabinets as though he would have placed such a sentimental object alongside Eddie's old Garfield mug. No luck here. He scans the room, scratching his head, eyes settling on a small trunk tucked behind the sofa,

"You gotta be in there." He yanks the trunk onto the sofa and starts scrambling around, throwing items haphazardly behind him as his fingers brush against the satin of the box.

Gotcha.

Robin and Steve had spent their evening break out of the shop, wanting the fresh air, wandering absently towards the centre of town, eventually coming to a stop at a crevice, both peering down it curiously.

"So this could be the trauma confusion talking but, weren't these all hellfire-y and burning pits like… yesterday?"

Steve nods, the crack before them seemingly to be just that, a crack in the ground. The cracks that up until yesterday had been unfillable by any means the remaining Hawkins residents had tried.

"Does this mean what I think it means? Maybe we did kill Vecna." Robin allows just a hint of optimism for the moment, looking from the crack to Steve.

Steve shakes his head at Robin, "When have we ever known it to be that simple? I don't have a good feeling about this. We need to get the group together, come up with a plan just in case."

Robin nods, “I don’t think anyone is doing anything important tonight…. Shit.” Steve looks up at her abrupt end to her sentence, “Do we ruin the lovebird’s dinner date to tell them?”

“I think we’re going to have to.” Steve laments.

“What if he’s mid-proposal and we burst in like ‘hey sorry guys, cute moment you are having but we think The Thing we don’t want to think about might be happening’. That could be awkward.” Robin laughs nervously.

“Do we know he’s definitely proposing tonight?”

“He’s taking her out for dinner, told us all if we interrupted their date he would hand deliver us to the upside down with a bow tied around us and literally told us he was planning to propose and that it would be soon.”

Steve remembers Eddie’s threat well, “You have a point. Maybe we catch them after? Let's get everyone else together first and then we can swing by the trailer and hope to God we don’t see Eddie’s ass again.”

“I’m not taking that kind of chance Steve, I’ll stay with everyone else. Where are we thinking?”

“My place? Parents are gone again.” Robin nods, feeling a pang at the way Steve looks down at the ground whenever the topic of his parents comes up.

Drool trickles down Lucas' cheek, a soft snore leaving his mouth as he sleeps, folded over on himself with his head resting by Max's hand. The room is quiet, except for the snore and the beeping of monitors.

The group still visited on a daily basis, and no one had given up on Max, but Lucas was the only one who refused to ever leave her side, except for the times where Erica hauled him out of the room to shower at home and to take some time for himself.

Max's bones began to heal a few weeks after she was taken into the hospital. It was slow going, much slower than the doctors would expect but they still healed over time. They weren’t so optimistic about her vision, but then they also weren’t optimistic about her waking up either. Maybe that’s why Lucas awakes with a start when he feels Max’s arm shift, watching her face as a frown contorts her features briefly. That’s new. Without taking his eyes off of her face Lucas scrabbles around in his bag, looking for the walkie to get hold of Eleven and Dustin

They both arrive within 10 minutes, Dustin sweating from his bike ride, Eleven clearly having been given a ride by either Joyce or Hopper.

“Anything changed?”

Lucas shakes his head, “It’s like she’s right there and she just can’t get through to us.”

The three shriek like harpies when Max suddenly gasps, sitting bolt upright in her bed, grabbing out in the air until Lucas’ hand finds hers,

“Max?? It’s me, it’s Lucas. Can you hear me?” Lucas hits the call button as he tries to comfort a now sobbing Max, unable to make any sense of the words between her cries. It takes a while, and a small amount of sedation but eventually Max settles, still not having regained her ability to speak coherently, but awake, aware of the people in the room with her.

Max’s mom arrives within the hour, holding her head to her chest, smoothing over the braids that Erica and Eleven had put into her hair just a day earlier, whispering words of comfort to her. Eventually Max’s mom reaches out for Lucas’ hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze,

“Thank you so much for being here, not letting her wake up alone, making sure her friends were here to comfort her.” Lucas nods, words escaping him for a moment. Then attention swings to Eleven, watching over her friend with unshed tears,

“And you, you have always been such a good friend to my daughter, I know you have been taking care of her more than you should have had to but just know I’ll always be grateful.”

Dustin gives Lucas a wave before he can get a mini speech and backs out of the room, not wanting to intrude on the moment, and also dying to tell everyone that Max is awake.

The van ride from dinner to drop you back to your parent’s house is deemed the perfect time by Eddie to start suggesting baby names once more.

“Eddie, we are not naming our child Sabbath. That is a cat name, not a kid name.” You wanted Eddie to have input into names, but so far you were unimpressed with his suggestions, there was one you were quietly considering but you wanted to wait a while, see if you both still liked the name in a few weeks.

“Okay fine, we’re getting a cat too then.” Eddie chuckles, rubbing your thigh as he drives,

“A cat and a baby? Damn, I really domesticated you huh?”

“Nope. Still feral.” To prove his point he grabs your hand and sinks his teeth in, obviously not hard enough to leave any lasting marks, but enough to make you laugh at the faint imprint of his teeth in your hand.

“Ugh,” You look up from your hand over at Eddie who’s winching slightly, pinching his fingers to the bridge of his nose as frown crosses his features,

“Everything okay, handsome?”

“Yeah, just a little headache, nothing to worry about.” He smiles over at you and his face has you reaching for the tissues in your purse,

“Pull over. Your nose is bleeding.”

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