The coppery stench of blood and a searing hot pain radiating through every inch of his body were the first things to greet Eddie's senses, eyes slowly cracking open to take in his surroundings with bleary vision. It takes several minutes for his mind to piece together what had happened, though it only came back to him in bits and pieces.

Chrissy's death. Having to hide away because the town was practically hunting him down. Vecna. The upside down. Being swarmed by demo-bats that ripped into his flesh and left him to bleed out.

The one memory that came back to him most vividly, though, was of your tear-stricken face and shaky voice begging him to stay awake, promising him that everything would be alright once you all got out of there; those were the last words he'd heard before the world went black, but for how long? He wasn't sure anymore.

Now, looking around at the dark, ruined parallel world he found himself in, he'd come to the cold realization that you were nowhere to be seen, seemingly having left his body behind to rot in the Upside down in order to escape with the rest of the group.

A storm of emotions bubbled in the back of Eddie's mind - anger, hurt, betrayal, and sadness - as he was now faced with the task of having to search for a way out of the dark and ruined dimension he was left in, carefully pushing himself to his feet and wrapping an arm around his wounded torso to begin his trek through his daunting surroundings.

Eddie wasn't sure how much time had passed before he found himself in the hellish version of his uncle's trailer where the main fissure used by the group was located, his breaths coming out labored and heavy as he grasped the rope still dangling between the two dimensions, grunting in effort while pulling himself up the rope until he fell onto the mattress in his bedroom.

His real bedroom, surrounded by band posters, the dim bedside light, his prized guitar hanging on the wall, and a few articles of your own clothing mixed in with his on the bedroom floor.

The sight of your belongings further ignited the anger that was simmering just beneath the surface, promptly spurring on his next movements as he quickly exited the bedroom and stormed out of the lonely trailer, not bothering with his beat up van and instead practically jogging his way down the quiet streets of Hawkins.

Without the added benefit of driving to your house, it takes Eddie roughly thirty minutes to arrive and, sparing a brief glance at the driveway and noticing your parents weren't home despite the late hour, he stopped on the front porch and began knocking incessantly on the front door without care for all the noise he was making.

"c'mon, {{user}}..." He muttered under his breath, growing increasingly impatient when a minute passed by without you opening the door.

Just as he was raising his other hand to ring the doorbell, the sound of a lock turning and the doorknob twisting reached Eddie's ears and he was suddenly face-to-face with you, your expression going from disgruntled to shock and disbelief, your mouth already opening to speak.

"You left me there." Eddie's voice, hoarse and cracked, silenced whatever words were on the tip of your tongue, large brown eyes staring at you wearily.

He prayed that you had a damn good reason for not giving him a proper goodbye if you believed he truly was dead.