Streets of Heaven (Billy Hargrove/Steve Harrington/OC)

Hello God, it's me again. 2:00 a.m., Room 304
Visiting hours are over, time for our bedside tug of war

Steve never thought he would be here ever again in his life.

The last time he was ever near this place was when he was barely 20, watching through the window of a door as nurses and doctors worked to save his boyfriend's life on the night everything went to hell and back again in only a matter of hours.

Now he's almost 30 and instead of watching blood pour out of Billy's thousand wounds from a pane of glass unable to even go in there and try to help, Billy's by his side an arm's length and a gold wedding band away and he's inside the room this time, tucked next to his baby, his little girl as the monitor's glare and shriek back at him in monotone.

This sleeping child between us may not make it through the night
I'm fighting back the tears as she fights for her life

It was her first school camp away, and the first time she'd be away from them and not with family for more than 2 days. Susanna had been so excited and pretty much abandoned them for her friends that were crowded around the bus at the moment of arrival at the school.

Given that several parents were also attending as chauffeurs for the kids, they thought nothing could go wrong. Only in fucking Hawkins, Indiana could everything go to hell.

Billy had been at work when Steve had gotten the phone call from Joyce, beside herself and in tears, hurriedly managing to talk to him before he too, was also frantic, barely able to drive the car to the workshop as he tried to comprehend what happened.

Well, it must be kind of crowded, on the streets of Heaven
So tell me: what do you need her for?

Susanna had almost drowned, on her second day at camp.

Everyone had apparently been playing in the nearby bay of the lake for the afternoon before heading back to the camp for their nightly activity. However, when everyone was rounded up, they couldn't find her and after a frantic search, located her face down floating in the water.

They had taken her to the nearby hospital, still trying to suck water from her unconscious mouth and lungs when Billy and Steve busted their way through to be by their little girl's side, medical protocol and all that shit be damned.

Don't you know one day she'll be your little girl forever?
But right now I need her so much more

Steve would never forget what she looked like the moment he laid eyes on her, Billy holding him back via the shoulders from going near her as people rushed around them, the noise all becoming like a hum of a speedway as his heart skipped a beat. She was so blue. Her lips were blue and purple and her eyes and sweetly freckled cheeks that had developed over her early toddler years were pink, bordering on red from most likely trying to save herself.

She's much too young to be on her own. barely just turned seven.
So who will hold her hand when she crosses the streets of Heaven?

That was his daughter. His little girl....just lying there. His first daughter, 7 years old, not even close to being a tween or a teen or even a young adult. She was still a baby. His baby.

Tell me God, do you remember the wishes that she made,
As she blew out the candles on her last birthday cake?

Steve looked across the room in the present to Billy, watching the blonde as he slept reluctantly so he could take the night shift, clothing still covered in oil and grease stains from several days previous. It wasn't a surprise, however. Neither of them had left her side since the day she'd been brought in. The doctors, fearing that she would have permanent brain damage from how long she'd spent underwater, had put Susanna in an induced coma to keep her brain working at a slower pace to try and heal itself, if it could.