He's A Go Getter // R.T and S.U x Reader

"In Sickness and In Health"

     Beverley Marsh was always the face of bravery. That wonderful red headed girl had never once seemed to be without a good amount of courage behind everything she did. Beverly had cried in front of her friends, of course, but it wasn't something that happened very often. She was always so brave.

    Bill, Eddie, Mike, and Richie also never lacked the ability to face their hardships directly, no matter the cost. This was how the headstrong boys had seemed to be, however, it couldn't always be the case.

     As for Stanley and Ben, Ben was always very soft and open to an emotional approach to things, and Stan always had a plan or a logical explanation.

       However, none of the Losers could stand to see (Y/n) looking the way she did. While they'd seen her a mess several times before, they'd never seen their friend so tired and dim looking. (Y/n), as everyone would say, had a certain light about her, and now it was gone.

     None of the Losers have slept since (Y/n) was emitted to the hospital. Though, Richie hadn't even gotten the news until the next day.

They were absolutely devastated when Stanley had walked out of the room with a tear stained face and red, puffy features from holding to (Y/n) and sobbing.

(Y/n) sat up, twisting to crack her back and the rest of her stiff muscles. She let out a winded laugh, one that echoed through the hospital room. "Guys?" She asked quietly. The (h/c) girl waited a moment, with no response. Upon this, she moved herself to the edge of the hospital bed and planted her feet on the floor, feeling a slight shiver fall down her spine. The floor felt as if it had never felt heat before, and it wasn't necessarily pleasing. However, there were a pair of fuzzy socks under the vigorous amount of flowers that crowed the table beside her hospital bed. So, naturally, (Y/n) put them on, and held a blanket around her body, which was noticeably thinner than before.

"Rich? Eds? Stanny? Bev?" She called, louder this time. Nobody answered. "Well this is bullshit." The (h/c) girl mumbled, holding a frown. She continued to walk, which was a foreign feeling now, after all those months she was in a coma. She walked down the long hall, and into the waiting room as she watched the nurses rush in the opposite direction. They hadn't even acknowledged her, oddly enough.

That didn't stop (Y/n) from pursuing to find her friends that she missed desperately. As she made her way to the waiting room of the Derry Hospital, she heard a loud sob come from a mature sounding woman's voice. She pushed and got closer to listen in.

"I'm so sorry she didn't make it. I wish there was more we could've done." The doctor said.

(Y/n) frowned and walked into the waiting room to see an oddly familiar bunch. A boy with longer, dark curls, who was wearing a pair of dark jeans and a graphic tee. He looked like Richie but so different, and a little older. He had a trace of facial hair above his upper lip, which differentiated him from her Richie.

The second boy had dark skin and was in a hoodie and some grey sweats. He had a friendly face, much like Mikes.

They all seemed to resemble the Losers, besides one of the girls there. She had long black hair that was pin straight, with bits of blonde as an undercut type situation. She was stunning, but that wasn't anyone (Y/n) knew.

(Y/n) ran to Richie and pulled him in for a hug. "Oh my god did I miss you! It feels like I haven't seen you in forever and I'm so sorry we got into that argument." She says, burying her face into his chest, almost in tears.

Richie arrived at the hospital, flowers in hand. The rest of the Losers stared for a moment before inviting Richie into their arms. He sat with them for a moment, crying silently.
"I h-have to give (Y/n) h-her flowers." He said, attempting to keep it together.

They let him go in, (F/f) |in this case meaning favorite flower|in his hand, he walked into the room. "I'm the reason you're like this, (Y/n). If I wouldn't have been so, " Richie paused, choking out a sob. He set the flowers on her stand and held his hand to her face.

He then proceeded to do something that socked himself. He wiped his tears and pulled up a chair, sitting next to her, and began to talk to (Y/n) as if she was awake.

"You know, doctors in movies and stuff always say to talk to your loved ones in comas as if they weren't in comas because they're still there. Let me tell you about the day I've had without you, because wow, it was not fun."

And he continued to talk to her for hours and hours, all about absolutely nothing. Richie and always had something to say.

However, instead of a hug back or a kiss, she gets pushed away. "Look, I'm so sorry and I know I may look like someone you know but I have no idea who you are. I'm sorry you got into a fight with your friend but I've never seen you in my life." Richie says.

     (Y/n)'s soul drops for a moment, but then she laughs. "You guys aren't funny you know. You're Richie, that's Mike, Stan, Bill, Ben, and Beverly. Where's Eddie? Stan, look at you! You got taller! You look amazing." She smiles. Everyone in the Losers club looks at her like she's crazy.

"How do you know my name?" Stan asked, looking creeped out.

  "It's me, (Y/n). Your best friend?" She said, looking at him like he was an idiot. "We don't know a (Y/n)." He replied.

| And we'll leave it off there with a cliffhanger. Coolio, right? Anywho, I'm super excited for summer, who's with me? Have a great weekend!
- Me |

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