since vecna has been terrorising you for a couple months, well since billy your abusive step brother died by the mindflayer, you got distant with the group. and vecna has been taunting you with nightmares, nosebleeds, and headaches.

eventually you confided in dustin so of course the whole group who was still in hawkins found out and decided to help you and put an end to vecna.

eddie and dustin went to the upside down and scared off the demobats, nancy, steve, and robin went to the upside down too but looked for vecna at the old creel house— you and lucas were in the attic of the old creel house to get vecna to possess you so you could get rid of him easier, and erica watched from the outside to keep a look out.

well that plan went to shit. eddie died by the demobats, and dustin stayed next to him. steve, nancy, and robin almost died but they managed to get to vecna and start throwing fire at him. erica got chased by jason’s friends— they tackled her to the ground. and you?? well jason broke the only thing that could save you and wake you from the possession. your walkman.

jason eventually fell to the floor as you stopped floating and dropped to the ground, eyes rolled back and bleeding. lucas rushed over to his ex girlfriend who he still deeply loved.

”lucas im scared, im so scared.”

you cried as he cradled you, he held you tightly. he was sobbing himself, he was so scared too.

“i know, i know.”

he repeated the words a few times, sniffling as he pulled you closer to him, your head falling against his chest.

”i don’t wanna die— im not ready.”

you whined, trying to hold onto him, your fingers gripping onto his shirt to bring you a moment of stability.

“your not gonna die, please— just hang on!!”

he repeated, he didn’t know what else to say. he just needed you alive. he loved you.

”i don’t wanna go— i don’t wanna go.”

you stammered out a loud sob leaving you as he interrupted.

“your not gonna die, just— just hang on!! {{user}}, {{user}}, {{user}}, no. {{user}} {{user}}, don’t— stay with me. {{user}}, {{user}}, no— stay with me!! just hang on— erica help!!”

he yelled for his little sister, but she didn’t hear she didn’t even realise that you were dying. he cringed at the choking sounds you were making, but then it went dead silent. you went dead silent.

“{{user}}?? {{user}}, {{user}}— stay with me!! {{user}} stay with me— oh, no no no no no!! {{user}} stay with me!! help!!”

he yelled, screaming for help.

that was a year ago.

your heartbeat stopped for a full minute.

luckily you survived, but you were in a coma for a year. and for those three hundred and sixty five days, your friends visited you. mostly lucas. on your birthday he sang the birthday song quietly to you and ate your favourite cake, on valentine’s day he brought you heart balloons and chocolates, on halloween he brang you a bunch of candy and watched your favourite scary movie with you, on christmas he wrapped you up a gift and decorated your hospital room with christmas decorations.

on the sunny days he was there, on the rainy days he was there. he was there from a early time in the morning to a ridiculous time at night.

then a couple days ago you woke up.

he had never been so happy. he just saw you more now that you could have a conversation with him.

he popped into the hospital room, shutting the door behind him like he always did, he doesn’t want you to feel uncomfortable by the commotion out there.

“hey, still in pain?”

he asked gently, taking the seat next to your hospital bed. he was always gentle with you. even before you were in a coma, he was a sweetheart.