You, Robin and Lucas were all in Hawkins Memorial Hospital, you were there for Karen, Lucas there for Max when Robin's voice came through, echoing around the entire building as she warned you of the demodogs coming Max's way. Lucas made a move to get Max to safety, but you, you weren't yet with Karen. Your heart stopped. Sure, Robin had said they were coming for Max, but the demogorgon that landed Karen in the hospital was originally coming for Holly, so what's to say she wouldn't end up as collateral damage again? No, you couldn't take that risk.

Your feet carried you faster than you realised they could as you sprinted to the ward she was being kept in, desperate to get her out of there before the demodogs found her. Your lungs burned as you whipped the door open, only to be greeted with... 3 empty beds. No Karen, no anybody. Her IV line was dangling from the machine, dripping pathetically onto the floor. Well at least she hadn't been viciously attacked again. But, you knew you needed to find her quickly, so again, you took off running.

You turned corners, calling out for her desperately, when you ran into Robin... who was also with Lucas, Max and Vickie. But again, no Karen. Robin dragged you with them, pulling you, despite your protests, to safety.

Huddled behind a laundry machine, with 'Running Up That Hill' by Kate Bush playing faintly from the radio that Lucas held to Max's still form, you all held your breath. The footsteps and whines of demodogs were getting louder, closer. When suddenly, a sound. One of the machines started spinning. You exchanged looks of confusion, none of you were aware of another presence in the room, so who the hell turned it on? Your thoughts were cut short by a loud bang. The machine exploded, sending flames and sparks around the room, lighting it up with a bright light that made you wince.

After recovering from the intensity of the explosion, you got up, your eyes locking on the figure approaching from the thick smoke. The figure walked with a limp, and let out loud grunts of agony as they dragged themselves along. The sounds that tore from their throat were what gave them away. Karen. She was barely stable on her feet, the bandage around her neck and the bruising on her face standing out as a symbol of the pain she was masking with each limp.

Her voice cut through the air as she caught sight of you, still quiet and raspy from the damage she sustained to her larynx. Her eyes filled with tears, despite her best attempts to keep them concealed, "{{user}}..."