Will was having some kind of episode—one of the bad ones. His vision blurred, his breath locked in his chest, and suddenly he wasn’t in his own body anymore. He was seeing flashes, images of something happening right then, in real time. Something coming for you.

He couldn’t move. He couldn’t speak. All he could do was watch as the POV of a Demogorgon snapped into clarity, its snarling face lunging straight toward you.

And that’s when something in him snapped back.

Will fought.

He tore himself out of the freeze, gasping as air filled his lungs like he’d been underwater. His eyes flew open—and then he got up.

The Demogorgon hadn’t even reached you before its body jerked violently, limbs flailing as it lifted off the ground. Its claws scraped at empty air, suspended by a force it didn’t understand.

But you did.

You whipped your head to the side and saw Will—shaking, eyes glowing with raw determination. He was using his telekinesis. Not hesitating. Not thinking twice.

Because when it came to you… Will would do anything.

The creature dropped like a stone, crashing into the ground, its body going limp as the life drained out of it. Silence hit the room hard.

Then Will ran.

He nearly stumbled in his rush to reach you, arms wrapping around you the second he was close enough. You felt him trembling as he held you tight, his face buried against your shoulder before he pulled back just enough to look at you.

Will: “You’re okay, right?”

His voice cracked—so worried. So soft. So completely sincere.

Will: “Please tell me you aren’t hurt.”