Was listening to Skyfall by Adele last night and thought of this. Enjoy!
This place, whatever it was, was gross. Slimy, cold, dangerous, and gross. It reminded Billy of that one part of that Jim Henson movie that'd just come out that he'd taken Max to see, the Labyrinth. There was a part where the girl and some of the other characters almost slipped and fell into the Bog of Eternal Stench, and that's what the place was like. Well, if the Bog of Eternal Stench were shaped like Hawkins, Indiana.
And not only did it stink, but it was cold. Billy had never liked the cold, but this was nearly excruciating, as if he'd gotten locked in a giant freezer. Max had apparently been here before, because she had told him to bring a heavier jacket, but Billy had insisted he would be fine with just his bomber. He privately wished he wasn't so stubborn when it came to listening to Max, but that was something to unpack at a later time. Right now he was too focused on trying to get her and the other nerds to where they needed to be without any of them getting eaten by any freaky creatures.
When they were still back on planet Earth, before diving headfirst into the literal Hell hole in the Police Chief's living room, they'd all been assigned tasks to try and get this shut to stop. The Chief and his old lady had been designated ground support, since they weren't as young and spry as everyone else, so they stayed topside, guarding the hole and doing what they could on earth to help guide them. Jonathan and Nancy had been assigned as patrol in the Upside Down (that's what the kids called the place) so that if any creatures tried to attack, they could try and stall them while Steve, Robin and Billy did their jobs.
Theirs were arguably the most important, other than the kids' jobs, of course. They were assigned to protect the little brats as they did their thing, helping them to get from place to place safely and do whatever needed to be done to get this pocket of the underworld closed off again. Robin was supposed to stay with Erica and Mike in the zombified version of the Wheeler's place, relaying the messages to the real world and the Upside Down world between people so that the signal would reach. They were also look outs, so that if any monsters slipped past Jon and Nancy, they could warn the others. Billy was tasked with guarding Max, Lucas and Dustin at the junkyard, also to relay messages, but also as a last line of defense between the last group. Steve's job was going to be the hardest. He had to make sure Eleven and Will were protected, but he also had to get them to the source of all this madness and hold off all the nasty vines and creatures so that they could do their thing to end this. He also had to make sure they all got out before it was too late, which would be easier said than done when you consider he'll have to tote out two pre-teens who have a penchant for fainting after overexerting themselves to save the world. It was certainly not an easy job for any party concerned, and there was no guarantee that any of them would make it out alive.
That was all Billy could really think about as they snuck around through the muck and debris of their alternate town, the fact that they could fail and potentially all die. He didn't really fear dying itself, but he wasn't exactly ready to die yet, either. Especially when he knew that if he died, everyone else could end up dead, too. He didn't want that to happen. He'd become strangely fond of everyone that had become involved in this shitshow, and he didn't know if he could handle being responsible for their demise. Still, it was all he could think about, how they might die and he would never get to see them or talk to them again. And there was still so much he wanted to tell some of them. If he or they died, he'd never get the chance, and that didn't sit right with him.
His mind was so clouded as they marched through the barren landscape that he almost didn't notice when they got to the Wheeler's house to drop off Robin and the two kids. He only came back to himself as he nearly tripped on a vine on the way down to the basement, just barely catching himself before he took out the lot of them in a domino effect. After that, he forced himself to be in the moment, if for no other reason than to keep them from getting found and being put in danger.
"Alright, you guys got your walkies, your weapons and you're gonna be okay down here, right?" Steve asked as Robin nodded, Mike and Erica rooting through their backpacks to make sure they had everything they needed.
"Yeah, but just an fyi, if I die, I will be back to haunt all your asses," Erica said, sass dripping from her words, as usual. Billy wasn't even sure she could speak any other way.
"You're not gonna die," Steve said, rolling his eyes fondly, "As long as you stay with Robin and don't trip any vines. And don't forget, I promised an ice cream party at my house once this is all over, so there's some extra incentive to protect yourself and these other two. Do that, and you'll make it to Uncle Jack's, I promise."
"I better," Erica said, giving Steve a half-hug before settling on the couch next to Mike. Nobody but she, Robin, Steve and Dustin seemed to understand that code, but it always helped Erica to calm down whenever things got weird in Hawkins, so none of them questioned it when Steve always brought it up.
"Steve, come on! We don't have all day!" Henderson called from the steps, already halfway back up them as Steve seemed to linger for a second longer.
"I'm coming, Dustin!" Steve yelled, then turned to Robin again. "You're gonna be okay with these two?"
"Yeah, I just gotta keep them both in my line of sight at all times and make sure none of us gets killed. Piece of cake," she said, shrugging before yanking Steve close and hugging him hard. "Be careful, Dingus. You know I'll kill you if you die, right?"
"I know Robbie. We'll be okay, I swear. Rendezvous at Hop's cabin in two hours if you don't hear anything on the walkie, alright?" Steve said, hugging her just as hard.
"Got it," she said, and finally, the two parted.
As they crept back up the stairs and out into the ugly, awful world again, Billy marched at the back of the remaining brood of kids, making sure none of them strayed away or got lost as they trekked to the next spot. Steve was at the front, leading the way and letting them know if there was something to watch their step with or something to duck away from. Billy was kind of disappointed that he couldn't get close to Steve, he wanted to talk to him, but instead he had to listen to Max and Lucas jabber on with Henderson about something they planned on doing when this was all over. The other two kids would interject a comment here and there, but for the most part, they kept quiet, the boy's hand often coming to touch the back of his neck and the girl almost constantly wiping at her nose.
Soon enough, they were at the next point, the junkyard. There was an old school bus there, even more decayed in this world than in the real world, but it was the only structure big enough and with enough shelter for the four of them that were going to stay here, so it'd have to do. They all clambered inside, Dustin, Max and Lucas immediately starting to set up their things among the empty seats and Eleven and Will waiting at the front for Steve. He and Billy were standing in the center of the bus, going over the game plan one more time and waiting until the kids gave the OK before starting to part.
"You gonna be alright?" Steve asked, looking at Billy with an intensity the other boy could only hope to understand.
"Yeah. The brats seem to have their stuff covered, so all I gotta do is keep 'em alive. Easy as pie," Billy said, his heart rate picking up as he tried to keep up the illusion that he wasn't nervous.
"And don't forget, you gotta keep yourself alive, too, understand?" Steve asked, putting a hand on Billy's shoulder.
"Who do you think you are, Freddie Mercury?" Billy asked back, trying to make him smile. It only half worked.
"I know I'm being overbearing, but I always get worried when my friends are in dangerous situations," he replied, and Billy nodded.
"I know. I promise you, we'll both make it out of here alive. I'm gonna make absolutely sure of that," Billy said, his voice strict, as if there were no room for argument.
"Okay," Steve nodded, smiling a little more as he turned to go, "Same rules as with Robin: If nobody says anything in two hours, head to Hop's cabin. Stay safe, alright?"
"You got it, Pretty Boy," Billy said, but he could feel a sharp tug in his chest as he saw Steve head for the doors. He knew he had to do something. He still had so much to say to him, had so much to tell him and he didn't have time to say it all, he barely had time to scratch the surface. But he had to at least try. After all, this might be his last chance.
"Steve!" He called, catching him just before he left, the two final kids in tow.
"Yeah?" Steve asked, turning around, his face full of worry.
"It's just- um," Billy was floundering, and he was running out of time.
"What is it, Billy?" Steve asked, stepping closer.
"I-I," he swallowed, steeling himself. "Just, you made me remember a bunch of shit, I need you to remember a few things, too."
"What?" Steve asked, his eyes locked on Billy's. It was now or never.
"Just this," Billy said, "Plant your feet. Draw a charge. And I'm only doing this because I might never get another chance."
Billy didn't wait anymore. He wasn't going to be scared about it. He didn't have time for fear, and it had no place in this fucking hellscape. And if Steve reacted badly, well, there were probably a lot of those hungry demo-thingies that were just itching for a Billy-shaped midnight snack. So he just did it. He grabbed Steve by the front of his jacket, yanked him in close, and kissed him with everything he had.
It didn't last long. They didn't have time for that. But it was everything. Billy didn't care if the world ended anymore, not if he could be kissing Steve while the sky fell down. He couldn't hear the shouts of the kids, he couldn't smell the mold and decay of the rotting bus, he couldn't see the red lightning and disgusting grays that colored the outside world, all of his senses were flooded with only one thing, and it was divine. But he knew he couldn't let it go on, so he pulled himself back, letting go of Steve and stepping back to encourage him to leave now.
"Go," he said, "Go put an end to this shit. But for fuck's sake, don't you dare die on me, you got that?"
Steve just stared at him a second, but he seemed to snap back to reality as Billy turned to go back to the kids he was in charge of, hunkering down with them as Steve just gave a small nod and led his own charges back out into the danger zone.
Billy ignored Max's pestering about "whatever the hell that was between you and Steve" for as long as he could, shutting out anything that wasn't an outside noise or the crackle of static from the walkie until Steve's voice came through, telling them they were finally at their destination. Lucas relayed the message to Mike and he then relayed it to Jonathan, who finally got the message to Hopper and Joyce. After that, all they could do was wait.
It seemed to take forever. Billy had been ignoring Max and her friends so well that they'd started playing some sort of game to try and pass the time, but Billy still didn't pay them any attention. Instead, he paced throughout the bus, twisting the axe he'd chosen as his weapon in his hands and keeping an eye out for anything outside. His mind was racing again, but this time it was less thoughts of death and more thoughts of 'what the fuck did I just do?' There was still some death mixed in there, but it wasn't nearly as much as before. Now he was more worried about what this would mean if they made it through. Would Steve hate him? Would he let it go if Billy apologized, saying it was just pressure of the moment and paranoia and he forgot himself? Would he forgive him, but then things wouldn't be the same between them again? And worst of all, would he survive the desolate terrain, the freaky creatures, the government cover-up and the probably cancerous fallout, only to be killed by a bunch of small-minded hicks for kissing the wrong boy at the wrong time?
"Billy, calm down! You're making us nervous with all that pacing! And we can practically hear the gears turning in your head! Just come sit down, we only have an hour left until we have to go and meet up with everyone else, it'll go by quicker if you'd just rela-" Max tried to tell him, but she was interrupted when everything started to move.
The ground was shaking. The kids clung to the seats they were sitting in, and Billy gripped onto a few of them before he lost his balance. His axe clattered to the floor, just barely missing his toes. The Earth was screaming as if in pain, and dust and debris were falling from the decrepit ceiling as the earthquake ripped through the place.
"Guys!" Steve yelled through the radio, barely audible through the static and the noise around them. "El and Will closed the gate, but Will fainted, and it tripped a vine! Get to Hop's place, now!"
Billy didn't need to be told twice. As soon as the shaking stopped, he gave the kids the two seconds it took for him to relay the message and find the axe again to get their shit, then he practically dragged them out of the bus. He held onto Lucas's hand, pulling him along through the place, and in turn, dragging the other two as well, as they were all holding hands and forming a human chain to make sure no one got left behind. They ran like Hell through the place, doing everything they could to not trip, but they didn't care anymore if they stepped on the squishy vines that littered pretty much the entire ground. All bets were off with them now that one had been tripped, so Billy hoped that at least if everyone stepped on them as they ran to Hopper's cabin, whatever creature was coming after them would get confused and wouldn't be able to pinpoint the exact location of any of them.
It felt like hours of running. Days even. They had to stop every so often when another earthquake hit, but they would take that time to at least catch their breath before continuing on. Finally, the cabin was becoming visible on the horizon, and they could see Robin, Nancy, Jonathan, Mike and Erica waiting for them just inside. But there was no sign yet of Steve, Eleven and Will.
Still, the sight of the rest of their friends seemed to give the kids an energy boost, and Dustin, Lucas and Max broke away from the chain to run forward, hugging their friends and catching their breath before Nancy herded them inside, she and Robin helping them to start climbing back through the portal and into the real world.
"Where's Steve and the others?" Billy asked Jonathan as he finally met him in front of the cabin.
"They didn't get here yet," Jonathan answered, shaking his head with a nervous expression.
"Then we gotta go find them! He's trying to tote two exhausted kids alone, and they were at the epicenter of the chaos! Fuck, why did we let him go alone?!" Billy rambled, shoving a hand through his hair as he struggled to catch his breath.
"Because there wasn't enough of us and the radio signals don't reach far enough for us to eliminate one of the other groups. But you're right, we gotta go find them. I'm not leaving Will down here again, and I'll be damned if the other two get stuck with him," Jonathan said, taking the shotgun Nancy had loaned him and following Billy into the trees.
They didn't want to stray too far from the cabin, but both of them were determined to find Steve and the kids. They went as far as they could before they could hear screeching from some kind of creature, and then they fell back a little, both of them raising their weapons in anticipation.
"Billy, what if-" Jonathan started, but Billy cut him off.
"No! Don't say it. Don't even think it. They're fine, we're gonna find them, we just have to keep looking," Billy said, gripping his axe tighter.
"Dude, I want to believe you, but we gotta go back! If not, they might not end up monster chow, but we will!" Jonathan tried to reason, but Billy wasn't having it.
"None of us is gonna end up monster chow! Just- We just gotta- Fuck! We just gotta think-" he rambled, fear crawling up and making a home in his spine. But then he saw it. A flash of yellow through the trees. Yellow like the shirt Will had been wearing.
"There!" He yelled, pointing, grabbing Jonathan's arm and yanking him along through the trees, going as fast as he could and shouting Steve's name.
The trio stopped in their tracks and turned to see Billy and Jonathan speeding towards them, and they took off as well, meeting them halfway. Eleven was crying a little bit and her nose was bleeding again, and Will was barely conscious, but they were all alive, and for the most part, unhurt.
"Holy shit, holy shit, holy shit!" Jonathan said as they met, hearing another screech in the distance, only a lot shorter of a distance than the last one.
"Yeah, I know. But the gate is closed and now all we have to do is make it out alive," Steve said, adjusting his hold on Will and making sure El was okay beside him. Another screech sounded, and the little girl went white.
"They are coming," she said, her eyes wide with fear. "They don't know where we are, but they know we were all going to the cabin. They are going to attack soon."
"Fuck!" Billy yelled, then remembered it was probably their best interest to keep his voice down.
"El, how much time do we have?" Steve asked.
"Not long. Maybe thirty minutes," she said, swaying a little on her feet. It was clear she was tired, but she was pushing herself to keep going.
"Okay. I think I have an idea," Steve said, his face going as serious as possible. "Jon, Billy, you guys take Will and El and make sure they get through the portal safely. I'll hang back and cover you, just in case."
Jonathan nodded, handing Billy the shotgun to hold so that he could take Will from Steve, then took it back as El stood closer to Billy.
"Hold on, wait," Billy said, stepping closer to Steve, "You can't stay out here and fight these things on your own."
"Billy, we don't have time to argue about this," Steve said, clearly annoyed that he wasn't just taking El's hand and walking away.
"I know that, but what do you want me to do, leave you out here by yourself?!" He asked, exasperated.
"Yes!" Steve said back.
"Like Hell I will! Jon can handle the kids. I'm not leaving you out here alone!" He said, crossing his arms and staring Steve down. They stared at each other for a tense moment, but finally, Steve broke, they didn't have time to be fighting about this.
"Ugh, fine! Jon, take the kids and get home. We'll be right behind you. If we aren't back within fifteen minutes of you, or if anything happens within those fifteen minutes, help El close the portal."
"But what if-" El tried.
"It doesn't matter. You all get out safe. Whether or not we make it back, fifteen minutes and then it's closed. If anything happens that puts you and everyone else in danger, it's closed. Understand?" Steve told her, but then his voice softened. "We'll make it back, El. This is just a precaution, just in case. I promise you, we'll make it back, but on the off chance that we don't, you gotta promise me you'll close it so that everyone else is safe, okay?"
Eleven looked terrified, but she sniffed, swallowed, and looked Steve in the eyes as she nodded. "Okay."
And with that, Jon made sure El had a good grip on him, that he had a good grip on Will, and then they left. They didn't run this time, it was kinda hard to do that, and they had to be more aware of the vines now, but they still rushed as fast as they could. Billy and Steve hung back, giving them a bit of a head start before starting after them, keeping their weapons close as they continued to hear the screeching getting louder and louder, closer and closer.
"Shit!" Billy tried not to yell as the earth began to shake again, more violently than ever. The sky was angry and throwing a fit in the form of red lightning and freaky bats flying towards them. The monsters kept screeching and it was close now, almost on them, and the vines seemed to be retracting, being pulled into their source as the ground began to split open in places. Billy was glad he wasn't going to have to worry about them anymore, but then he saw one wrap around Steve's ankle as it was pulled back, and his heart stopped.
"Steve, look out!" He screamed, no longer concerned about his volume as he jumped over to nearly tackle Steve, swinging the axe wildly and praying that it would cut the vine with just one swing. Steve was screaming by this point as he was pulled down, being dragged along the ground until he was able to hold onto a tree, hoping his grip would stay strong until Billy could cut him free. It finally happened, he was free, but more vines were trying to grab them as they were able to get back up, and they knew they had only two choices: Fight or flight.
"Come on, come on!" Billy yelled, pulling Steve up with all his strength and gripping his hand hard as they began to run. Jon and the kids had to be safe by now, and if they weren't back yet, they were at least close. That meant that Steve and Billy had about fifteen minutes to get back before they got stuck here. They figured it was more than appropriate to start running for their lives.
"Fuck! Come on! We're almost there!" Steve shouted, seeing Hopper's cabin just over the horizon.
"Can you see Jon?" Billy asked, his legs burning from running so much.
"In the window, they're inside! I think he's about to climb through! We're gonna make it!" Steve said, hope and relief clear in his voice. Billy could see it, too. Jon had just climbed through the hole in the floor. It was almost over. They were going to make it.
A loud screech stopped them in their tracks as a demogorgan came out of nowhere, standing between them and the cabin and seemingly trying to decide which way it wanted to go. It was growling and even though its tulip-shaped face was closed, it's nasty drool and a few teeth were still visible as it stood in a stand off with Billy and Steve.
"I want you to run to the portal as fast as you can," Steve whispered, not looking away from the horrifying creature. "Don't stop, don't look back, and make sure El keeps her promise. If I'm not back in a few minutes, close it."
"But-"
"Don't fucking argue with me," Steve hissed, "Just fucking run."
"No, sorry, can't do that," Billy mumbled back, "I gotta keep my own promise before I worry about anyone else's. We're both getting out of here alive, Steve. I'm gonna make sure of it."
Billy glanced over at Steve, too afraid to move anything but his eyes, and he squeezed the hand that he still held in his own, adding another promise to the one he'd already made. Steve didn't look away from the creature, but he gripped his bat harder, and he squeezed back.
And then, it was as if everything moved at once. He and Steve dropped each other's hands in favor of brandishing their weapons, and they ran towards the creature, fear coursing through them as it charged right back.
When his axe made contact with moist, saggy flesh, it set something off in Billy, and he fought as hard as he could with every ounce of energy he had left in him. He was deaf to the screams of agony the thing was letting out, and only fought harder as it began to thrash around under their blows. Steve hacked away at its face with his bat, ripping out chunks of flesh, teeth, and black, sticky guts with each strike. Billy was hitting as hard as he could at what he assumed would be the weak spots, the spine, the neck, the stomach, the ankles. Anything he could get at, really. Until finally, the creature stopped screeching, and it fell down limp between them.
Billy didn't even notice it was dead at first, and he just kept hitting it, until finally, a noise cut through the ringing in his ears, and he looked up.
"Come on, Billy, it's dead! We have to go, now! We only have a few minutes!" Steve yelled, grabbing Billy around the waist and hauling him backwards until they were a few feet away from the creature, and Billy finally stopped swinging, taking a second to reorient himself as he caught his breath.
When he finally had it, he looked up to see Steve in front of him, gripping his shoulders and making sure Billy was back with him.
"Hey, you okay?" He checked, leaning down to look Billy in the eyes as he tried to steady him. Billy nodded, breathing heavily. "Good. Now let's haul ass, El's about to close the portal."
Steve grabbed Billy by the hand again and ran with him to the portal, both of them feeling like their lungs were about to explode. Even during basketball games they never ran this much, and with both of them having been smoking since they were the kids' age, they were not exactly fans of cardio.
They had just made it to the door when another gut-curdling screech sounded through the air, and the two turned their heads just in time to duck as a few of those disgusting bats flew in after them. They couldn't tell how many there were, anywhere from three to five, but they were too all over the place for them to count properly. Their hearts sank as they saw them, though, and they picked up their weapons again, beginning to swing.
They were so close.
They just had to jump through the floor.
But they couldn't let these things get out.
They had to stop them.
Steve was able to punt a few away with his bat as he and Billy backed towards the hole, but it wasn't so easy to hit these things with an axe. And just before they got to the edge of the hole in the floor, one managed to wrap its nasty tendrils around Billy's neck and start to drag him back in.
"Billy!" Steve yelled, hitting bats out of the way as he tried to fight his way back to Billy. They could hear more screeches coming, meaning more bats were on their way, and Billy was already starting to feel lightheaded as he struggled against the bat as it choked him. He waved his arms at Steve, trying to signal for him to just go, but he knew that no one could match his stubbornness like Steve could, and he wasn't gonna go anywhere.
"El!" Steve shouted as he finally got to Billy, the rest of the bats knocked away for now, but they didn't have much time, maybe a few seconds before the next wave hit. This was it. "El, close it now!"
"But Steve-" She shouted back, a sob clear in her voice. It broke Steve's heart.
"NOW!!" He screamed back, his throat hurting from the combination of yelling so hard and the emotions crashing over him, but he shook it off. He only had one shot at this, he couldn't afford to be emotional now. He could save that for if his plan didn't work and he and Billy got eaten by bats or severed in half by the closing portal.
His heart rate spiked as he heard El screaming again, but this time it wasn't words, and he knew she was closing the portal. He had maybe five seconds.
He grabbed the bat with his bare hand and pulled with all of his might.
Four seconds.
Billy was choking, eyes rolling back into his reddened face, but he was still shredding at the tendrils around his neck.
Three seconds.
The hole was already closed about halfway.
Two seconds.
Steve screamed as hard as he could as he finally ripped the bat in half, tossing it to the side.
One second.
He didn't think twice as he tackled Billy through the tiny portal opening that was left, just barely making it through as El finally sealed it up. They missed the girl only by a hair and fell in a heap on the floor of Hopper's cabin. They were tired. They were in pain. But goddammit, they were alive.
"Holy shit!! Are you guys okay?! What the hell happened?!" Nancy asked, she and the rest of the group crowding around the two as they tried to get ahold of themselves. Steve rolled off of Billy and sprawled out on his back, his heart, lungs and stomach all in his throat as he tried to make sense of everything. He took a mental inventory of his body, but found it was futile, everything hurt just about the same. Except for his elbow, which is what he and Billy had landed on when they torpedoed through the portal, everything was just one dull, continuous ache. His elbow felt like it was on fire, and honestly, Steve wouldn't have been surprised if it was, but he knew it was more likely that it was just broken and that he'd need to get it looked at sooner rather than later.
Billy wasn't faring much better. His throat was raw and tender to the touch, and it was already forming a deep purple bruise. His shoulder hurt to move, most likely a pulled muscle from swinging that axe around so much. His entire body ached from overexertion, and he had a bad headache from being deprived of oxygen for so long, but nothing too serious.
"Um, hello?! What the hell just happened, Dingus?!" Robin was asking now, leaning over Steve and blocking his eyes from the bright lights. He was glad for that at least.
"Demobats," he finally croaked out, his throat sore from yelling. "They started swarming us just as we got to the cabin. We were fighting them off, but one got Billy and was dragging him away. But more were coming and we didn't want to put you all in danger, so I told El to close it up. We got him free at the last second and I threw us through the portal just before it closed."
"Jesus Christ, you're both nuts for even attempting that stunt!" Hopper said, shaking his head as he knelt down over them, too. "But I'm goddamn glad you did. This town has seen too many funerals because of this shit already, we don't need any more. Come on, I'm gonna get you to the hospital."
With the help of Jonathan, Robin and Nancy, the two boys were helped off the floor and into the back of Hopper's police car, then buckled, then whisked away down the road complete with lights and sirens. They pulled up to the ER and there were already doctors waiting for them, thanks to Hopper calling it in as a hit and run accident he'd happened to witness. They put the two on stretchers and took them inside, taking Steve to get his arm put in a cast and Billy to get a head scan and make sure getting "strangled by his seatbelt" didn't cause any real damage. After that, they were each carted off to be assessed for any other injuries, but other than a few scrapes and bruises, they were pretty much okay. Finally, after all of this, they were put into a room for observation, and were told to just relax and get some rest.
Steve got to the room first, the cast taking a lot less time than the head scan, and he closed his eyes to try and sleep, but it was no use. He needed to know Billy was okay. He needed to make sure their friends knew they were okay. He needed something to eat. Then he could rest.
After what felt like forever, Billy was finally brought into the room, and Steve could feel his heart beating faster as the nurses set up his IV and heart monitor. He had been given one of each, too, but the doctors had assured him that it was just a precaution. Billy, on the other hand, looked like he actually needed them, and it made Steve nervous. Billy looked nothing like his larger-than-life self lying there in the hospital bed, and he wasn't sure he wanted to know the reason for that.
"Okay, you're all set," the nurse said after a minute of fiddling with the buttons and wires of Billy's monitors. "If you boys need anything, just push the button."
"Oh, uh, can I ask you a favor real quick?" Steve asked, making his best sad puppy eyes at the woman. "Our friends are probably out waiting to see us, would you mind bringing them back to see us? They should be with Chief Hopper."
"Sure thing, sugarplum," the nurse said, and with that, she was gone.
"Hey," Steve whispered over to Billy as the nurse left them, "Billy? Are you okay?"
"Yeah," Billy wheezed, nearly inaudible, "My throat hurts, but no brain damage they said, so I guess that's something. Lost my voice, though."
"Yeah, I could tell. It sounds awful. We don't have to talk then, I just wanted to make sure," Steve said, smiling over at him.
"No, no, I'm okay. I wanna talk. Makes it easier to stay awake," Billy said, his voice still tiny. "How's your arm?"
"It'll be fine, just need to keep a cast on it for like three months. But I'll take a broken arm over being stuck in the Upside Down and dying by bat bites, so," Steve shrugged, going for funny, but Billy hardly smiled.
"Yeah, me too," he said, then went quiet, and so did Steve. It was the kind of silence that was charged, like the words unsaid made the air thicker than the ones that were. The nurse hadn't returned with the rest of the group yet, and they were both tired, so Billy figured if he wanted to talk to Steve, now would be the time. Still, it was hard to figure out where to start.
"I'm glad this is all over," he started, testing the waters, "but there was one part of the whole ordeal that I didn't mind. I actually really enjoyed it."
"Really? What?" Steve asked, confused for a moment, but then it hit him, just as Billy said it.
"When I kissed you. I never would've had the balls to try if I wasn't convinced I was gonna end up dead by the end, so I guess that place wasn't all bad," he said, swallowing thickly and clearing his aching throat. He really should stop talking, but he had to know what Steve was thinking.
"I guess when you put it that way, it really wasn't," Steve chuckled, tapping his fingers on his cast nervously. "In fact, it was a really good thing that it happened."
"What do you mean?" Billy asked, his voice somehow even smaller, as if he were afraid of the answer.
"I mean that it gave me an extra incentive to fight, to make sure we both got out of there alive... so that I could, maybe... do it again?" Steve bit his lip, gripping the plaster on his arm tightly as he glanced over to look at the other boy.
"Really? You mean it?" Billy asked, his voice cracking in excitement as he sat up quickly, and regretting it just as quick as his body zinged with pain. Steve couldn't help but smile a little.
"Yeah, I mean it. But why don't we wait at least until we're out of the hospital, okay? Don't want to give the poor nurses a heart attack if they walked in to take our vitals and caught us necking," he smiled, reaching out between their beds with his uninjured arm and holding it up for Billy to take. He did, reaching out and holding Steve's hand, giving it a squeeze.
"Okay, Pretty Boy," he said, smiling brightly at him.
They dropped each other's hands as the nurse finally returned with all of their friends, all of them having taken the time they'd been spending in the hospital to clean up and change clothes, and apparently, Joyce had even found time to make some kind of casserole, which she brought for them since she thought they needed something more nutritious than hospital food. She dished it out onto paper plates as everyone else milled about. Hopper had taken up the one chair in the room and was quickly falling asleep. The kids were all sitting on one of the two beds, jabbering on about how awesome it was the way Steve saved them or how brave Billy was for refusing to leave him behind by himself. They'd also each taken a turn with Will's markers to sign Steve's cast, adding drawings or little messages, just filling the ugly thing up with color. Nancy, Jonathan and Robin were all standing around making small talk, clearly exhausted, but listening intently as Steve told them about the demogorgan they'd taken down before the thing with the bats. They were all impressed, and even though Billy was trying not to talk, he couldn't help but keep smiling as they told him how insanely ballsy he was to stick it out with Steve, even though he'd never really dealt with one of those creatures before.
Finally, it was starting to get late, and visiting hours at the hospital were ending, so everyone had to start heading home. They all hugged the boys as they left, telling them to get some rest and they'd all be back at some point or another to see them again. And after the last few lingering hugs from Dustin and Max, it was just them left in the room.
"I guess we should try and get some sleep," Steve said finally, after neither of them made a move to get up and hit the lights.
"Yeah," Billy rasped, clearing his throat again.
"You don't sound too excited about that," Steve observed, glancing over at Billy again. He looked nervous.
"I'm not," he admitted, "I just know I'm gonna dream about flower faces and teeth and wings flapping all over and I'm not exactly looking forward to that."
"I know how that is. The first time I went through this, the nightmares seemed unbearable. At least, they were if I was on my own. Nance and I were together at the time, and as long as she was with me, I wasn't afraid, and it kept the nightmares away," Steve said, finally getting up and moving to the light switch to turn it off. His heart stuttered as he heard Billy squeak once they were in the dark.
"Hey, it's okay," he said, coming back over to the beds, but instead of climbing back into his own, he sat on the edge of Billy's. "I know we probably shouldn't be sleeping in a cramped little bed like this when we're both recovering from injuries, but it's better than getting nightmares, right? Scoot over."
Billy did as told and scooted a bit to the side, finding a position of relative comfort on his side as Steve settled in behind him, laying his casted arm gently over the both of them and getting as comfortable as he could under the thin, itchy hospital blankets.
"If this ends up not working and you want me to go back to my own bed, just let me know," he whispered, his eyelids already beginning to droop. "Sweet dreams, Billy."
"Okay," Billy murmured, "Sweet dreams, Steve."
When they woke up the next morning, their bodies were still sore and aching. The cramped positions they'd been in certainly didn't do their physical selves any good. But Steve had been right. Neither of them had a single bad dream wrapped in each other's arms. And even if a demogorgon or a demobat or anything else did appear, it was quickly vanquished by a knight in shining armor. Only, instead of a sword, the knight always fought with a nail bat in Billy's mind, and an axe in Steve's.
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