Steve Harrington
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She lay in a hospital bed, her arm throbbing. A demogorgan had nearly gotten her, giving her a nasty scratch on her arm. Steve was helpless at the time, as the pair had gotten split up after a stupid argument about directions in the Upside Down, and a lingering hurtful feeling between the two of them remained—he was totally flirting with Nancy.
She groaned, her head moving to the side. She opened her eyes, it was dark outside. She heard shuffling, expecting to see her mother or her brother—it was him. Of course it was.