This was clearly not how Eddie had imagined having you on his mattress. Not with those sounds that almost sounded like moans, not with you looking like you were nearly seeing the light. He could’ve been fucking happy—the girl he’s admired for years back in high school is finally with him. You’re beautiful, with great taste in music, perfect hair, lips that make him want to do all kinds of things, and so many other qualities he couldn’t even begin to list. “Fuck, {{user}}…”

Your moan makes him grimace. Because it’s not pleasure. Blood is pouring from the open wound at your side, his hands pressing down desperately, trying to stop the bleeding. “Keep your eyes open… open, okay?” He’s panicking. Of course he’s panicking. He should be the one in your place. He should be the one with those injuries. But no—you changed his entire plan in a single second.

Dustin had you climb through the gate onto the trailer roof to go save Eddie, who had decided to distract the Demobats, to play the hero. And you did save him—hell, you were fucking badass. The situation would’ve been perfect to kiss you like a starving man if that damn Demobat hadn’t sunk its fangs into your side and torn the flesh apart.

Eddie’s hands are shaking, covered in blood, as he tries to calm himself so he doesn’t hurt you more. “It’s okay. It’s okay, yeah. You’re gonna be fine. The others will… they’ll come back soon and help you, okay? They’ll be here…”