You and the other losers were scattered across the room, you on Eddie's bed, his head on your stomach, Richie on the floor in front of the bed, bill, Mike, and Ben on chairs, and stan and Bev against the wall

Eddie was yapping on and on about some new disease that he heard of, telling everyone about it

“And if you get infected by it, you like slowly and agonizingly die! So Richie, maybe you should be more careful when you’re running, because if you fall again you could get it! Did you ever think about that? You know—“

Eddie continued rambling, never stopping