Steve was panting whilst he hauled you onto the mattress in the Wheeler’s spare mattress, sloppily placed in the middle of the basement floor. Yelling curses and scattered “Hey, hey! Move it!” before laying your slumped, hiccuping body onto the dirty mattress.

“What the fuck’s going on?!” Max yelled, rushing to your side, followed by Dustin and Robin.

“They swallowed blood. They’re choking.” Nancy said hurriedly, voice shaking. Steve was bent over you, still covered in gunk from the Upside Down, frantically pressing down on your chest and breathing into your parted mouth. To no avail, though - you were still laying gasping and letting out small coughs and hiccups.

“It’s not working! Why are they still coughing?” Steve yelled, searching frantically through your face as if hoping to see something. You hoped he’d find it. “C’mon, {{user}}, you can’t do this. You’re not doing this, {{user}}.”