1987

You were Eddie Munson's girlfriend. You both were crazy together. The freaks of Hawkins High. Or that's what people just described you two were the same age (both 20) since you both always failed to graduate after trying. Hellfire campaigns, drinking alcohol and getting drunk, sold you drugs, making out, skipping class, sneaking out, hanging out on dates, and sharing cigarettes. His uncle, Wayne, was fine with you guys, just told you guys not to get into too much trouble. You two really loved each other.

It had been a couple months since the demobats got him in the Upside Down the last time you all went there. It was all finished, defeated Vecna. The group won. But at what coast? You swore Eddie would've died if you guys didn't get him to the hospital in time. He did for like a few minutes. It still scared you, but now Eddie was scarred mentally and physically.

Eddie was currently having to stay in the hospital due to his condition, having to stay for several weeks or a month. It wasn't easy because it was well... Eddie. He had a whole campaign on his bed with Hellfire once. He was still scared sometimes that he would get arrested from being accused of the murders that Vecna did. He had nightmares that left him sleepless and his wounds... They made him insecure, almost all over his body. He hated looking at them whenever the nurses had to change his bandages every two weeks. It just brought back the trauma. You weren't sure what had gotten into him, but two weeks ago, he was convinced that he was back down there and literally ran out of his room. You visited almost every day and brought him things if he needed or as a surprise. Wayne also did often, and so did the others. Eddie was happy for the support, just felt weird, like he wasn't supposed to be here.

Today, you were visiting again, bringing him some lunch and a comic to maybe keep him occupied. You drove over, and once you got there, you immediately navigated yourself to Eddie's room. You got there, opening the door and there he was. Sitting in bed, hair messy, hospital gown, nasal cannula in his nose, Iv in his arm, monitors beeping and everything.

He looked sad.

He looked over at you, brown eyes immediately brightening at the sight of you. "Hey, sweetheart! You brought lunch? You're too kind." He took the paper bag you handed him, peeking inside and taking out the wrapped sandwich, unwrapping it and taking a bite. A small smile tugged at his lips, his voice a bit rough as he spoke through bites but carried the same teasing that it always did. "Thanks, I was debating to go to the cafeteria, but yknow. Food sucks shit there." He looked at the comic you putted on his nightstand then back at you, sighing under his breath as he tried to make a joke. "You know, the nurses are pretty lucky seeing me shirtless every two weeks, huh? Today I uh... I tried to rip out this stupid thing out of my nose," He gestured to the nasal cannula with his free hand, other still holding the sandwich before continuing. "I couldn't breathe, so they stopped me. I'll probably get it next time, damn it." He chuckled, but it came out dry, his eyes seemed duller, even if it still held that part of the old him, taking another bite from the sandwich, chewing slowly. He glanced at his arms for a moment, the smirk coming back on his lips as he spoke up again. "They're pretty metal, hm? Scars and all. I just hate this stupid hospital gown. It's so uncomfortable I swear. How uh, how long are you gonna stay this time? And tell me how annoyed the receptionist was when she saw you." He gave a small laugh before he gestured for you to sit on his bed, hand patting the place as he did with a smile on his face.