Amnesia

Chapter 4

-Eddie POV-

My eyes flutter open. Why are there so many people around me? What happened? Who are these people? Where am I??

-Richie POV-

I drive to the hospital as fast as I can. Not too fast though. My parents would be pissed as fuck if I got pulled over for speeding, also for taking the car without permission.

I run up to front desk, only to see a woman reading a magazine. The girl has beautiful brown skin, and dark brown eyes to match. Her hair was brushed back, so it didn't cover any part of her face. Even though I was gay, I had to admit.

She was very pretty.

"Can I help you?" She asked, not looking up from her magazine.

"Uhh, yeah. Did a young man named Eddie Kaspbrak check in a couple months ago?" I fiddled with the strings on my sweatshirt.

She puts her magazine down and looks at the computer. Her long, red painted nails clicked much too loudly on the computer.

I glanced at her name tag. Dina

"Yep." She looked back up at me with a smile. "He checked in a couple months ago. Poor guy." Her smile changed to a sad expression.

"Yeah, I got a phone call a couple minutes ago saying he just woke up." I bit my lip. "I was just on my way to see him."

"Are you his boyfriend?" She asked me.

Boyfriend.

That was the word I wished I was to Eddie. I wished he would call me that. Why can't that be our relationship?

She must have noticed the embarrassed look on my face, because she then said "Sorry, that was a bit rude if me to assume."

"No, it's okay. You don't have to apologize." I looked somewhere else to try not to smile. I liked to have people think if Eddie and I as a couple.

But what would Eddie think? What would he think of me as being his boyfriend?

"Alright, here ya go." Dina hands me a name tag. "Keep this one you at all costs, got in, Richard?" She gives me a friendly smirk, and goes back to reading her magazine.

"Thanks..." I nod at her, and dash to the elevator. The elevator music is the shittiest crap I've ever heard.

"God dammit, hurry the fuck up." I mutter under my breath as I check my watch.

Finally, the elevator reaches the fourth floor. I run down the hallway, searching for Eddie's room. Checking every tag for his name.

Novak...

Freeman...

Lewis...

Martell...

Wolfhard...

Hopper...

Mayfield...

Kaspbrak...

I stand outside the door. My hands are shaking. I can already feel tears in my eyes.

"You can do it, Richie! Do it!"

"Do it for Eds... "

I take a deep breath. I close my eyes and exhale. I push open the door...

Hehe, y'all like that crossover...? :)