We finally calmed our stomachs down. "Do you think we puked it all up?" I asked tentatively. (I'm going to alter this scene a lot so put y'alls seatbelts on.) "I don't know, " he says. "We should ask each other questions, interrogate each other," I said. "Hm, okay you go first," he said. "Okay, favorite ice cream flavor, just to make sure I'm talking to the real you," I ask. "I don't have one, I gotta keep in shape for the ladies," he says."Okay now my turn," he paused, and I could tell this was going to be serious,"What did that Russian guard do to you?" I inhaled sharply. "(Y/N)? Did you OD in there?" He asked. "Nope, I'm alive," I told him. He slid underneath the stall and into mine. "What did he do to you," he asked again, running his hand over the hickeys on my neck. I flinched at his touch. "Did he do what I think he did?" I nodded. "Son of a bitch!" He swore, slamming his fist on the tile floor. He wrapped his hand around my waist and I snuggled up to his side, crying my broken little heart out. If I had to put my pain into words it would be stabbed In the heart multiple times with a knife that has your dead loved one's blood on it.
Soon after Dustin, Robin and Erica ran in. Robin ran up to me. "Did he find out?" She asked and I nodded. "What the hell guys? Where did you go," Dustin shouted. "Well obviously right here," Steve said. I laughed a little at that. "Come on guys let's go," Dustin said, ushering us out. Just as we leave everyone in the theater comes out. "Alright and blend," Dustin says. Everything's going great until Dustin starts whisper shouting, "abort, abort, I repeat abort!" A guy in all black and sunglasses turns and looks right at us. Steve grabs my hand and intertwines our fingers. We turn and start to run down the stopped escalator. Steve leans over and whispers in my ear, "it's gonna be okay (Y/N/N)." I nod and squeeze his hand. We run to scoops ahoy and hide behind the counter before the Russians see us. Steve moves his arm around my waist and pulls me as close as possible to him. We hear gunshots and I flinch. One hits the wall behind us before ricocheting and hitting my calf. I bite my lip to keep from screaming out in pain. Steve looks behind him and caught sight of my bleeding calf. "Holy shit," he whispered. I looked up at him with tears in my eyes. We heard footsteps getting louder as they got closer to our hiding spot. It was getting more and more painful by the second. Just I was about to scream, a car was shot into the sky and hit the Russians, killing them. "Eleven," Dustin whispered. We all stood up except for me. Steve bent down and picked me up bridal style. "That's Eleven?" Erica asked sassily. "Yep," Dustin said, before running up the stairs to them. Steve carried me up the stairs with extreme caution. I smiled at him weekly. Once we got to the top he ran me over to the others. I knew all of them. "H-hey guys," I said, shivering from the mall's cold temperature. "You cold?" Johnathon asked me. I nodded slightly. His eyes drifted to my calf. "Oh my god! You need a doctor!" Steve tightened his grip around me. "Do we still have the supplies?" Nancy asked. "I think so," Lucas replied, running to his backpack. Then I saw my stepsister Max. I slid out of Steve's grip and onto the floor. "Hey, hey, hey, you can't walk." He said. I ignored his complaints and limped towards my sister. "Maxine," I whispered. "(Y/N)?" She asked, surprised. Steve came running up behind me followed by Lucas and Jonathan. "(Y/N) let me carry you," He begged. "I'm, f-f-fine," I said before collapsing. Eleven collapsed seconds later not too far away from me. Mike and some of the others ran to her while Lucas and Steve stayed by my side. Lucas disinfected the wound and wrapped it up, before running to help El. "Go to El," I whisper. "No, I need to stay by you, you've been through so much in the last 48 hours I need to be with you," He reasoned. I sighed. "Eleven has telekinesis and I didn't know that which means she's been traumatized her whole life, go to her," I contradicted. "No, I am not leaving you, you lost a lot of blood and you could die at any second," He said frantically. "I'm not gonna die you big baby," I chuckled. "But you might," He said softly, cuddling up to me. "No I fucking won't," I promised. "I am still not leaving you," He said squeezing my torso. "Harrington we need you," Robin said. "I can't leave her," he whined. I ran my hand through his hair, just like I had done when we were kissing. "Now," Nancy said. "Go," I whispered. He sighed and reluctantly stood up. I squeezed the bottom of my shirt tightly so I didn't scream out. I heard a small bit of their bickering before Steve ran over to me and picked me back up. "What the fu-" "-we're going to Dustin's cerebro," Steve said. I nodded and let him carry me. "Hey Steve?" I ask. "Yeah?" He replies. "In case we don't make it-" "-don't say that, " he interrupts. "I-I just wanted to say thank you for being my schmuck," I say. He smiles down at me. "Well whether I like it or not I quite enjoyed being your schmuck." He jokes and I smile wide.
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