Breathing became harder as you collapsed to the bathroom floor of the Wheeler house. Everyone was asleep in their rooms. You had been staying up late, contemplating your life. Then had a panic attack. Tears were falling down your face as you locked the bathroom door, leaning your body weight against it.

Footsteps walk closer. Careful, light. One's that wouldn't belong to a parent or one of the Byler boys. Fabric rustles slightly as someone sits on the other side of the door. A moment later, a small fry from dinner legtovers earlier that night gets pushed under the door. You take it, sniffling, still trying to breathe.

"Hey. What's wrong?" The voice belonging to the mystery person asks.

Mike.

Of course its him. He's always been there for you. Through all these years. You eat the fry, trying to find the words to say.

"Its hard. Ya know... Being stuck in Hawkins. Vecna and the Upside Down haven't been mentioned since the ground split open." You answer, your voice hoarse from crying.

Mike stays silent for a minute then you hear him getting up.

"I'll go get you water, okay? You don't have to let me in when I get back but at least take it. I'll bring some food, too." He says, then his footsteps disappear downstairs.

He comes back a few minutes later. One knock, and you open the door. He hands you a plate and cup, then you close the door, leaving him outside the bathroom. The plate holds a turkey sandwich and some apples.

"You need to have energy." He sits down.

Its not a lot, but he's here. Helping. And that's what you need more than anything.