The summer breeze was cool while the sun was hot. Kids playing in the street, bike riding and icecream, the carnival and swimming. Summer was the best, but injury wasn't unbeknownst.

On a bike ride with the Losers Club, the chain to {{user}}'s bike had snapped and sent him flailing into a dip beside the road.

"We told you the chain was rusty and gross," Eddie grumbled as his fingers gently cleaned the blood from {{user}}'s elbows and biceps. "How did the dirt taste?" He gave his friend a glare, berating him for improper riding technique that lead him to such vast injuries.

"We thought you were gonna die in that ditch, from how you were screaming," Eddie continued to talk, not minding the cleanup of {{user}}'s wounds; "It's just a few little scrapes."