𝐈'𝐥𝐥 𝐁𝐞 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐥𝐥 ; ᵂᶦˡˡ ᴮʸᵉʳˢ

viii ; The Battle Of Starcourt

Ethan groans as Will and Jonathan pick him up, leaning him against the escalator while Nancy returned with a stack of napkins, placing them against his head. Mike had returned with the hot knife, Jonathan probably going to use it to try and close the skin back together. Max, seeing the idiots frantically try and make sure Ethan didn't have any brain damage, ran over, stopping the group.

"Lucas, bowl and water. Mike, get a rag and some bandages"

"From where?" Lucas asks

"Anywhere!" The redhead exclaims

Max holds the napkins to the boys head while Nancy and Jonathan try speaking to him, Will just standing back, scared.

Lucas and Mike return with the items Max requested, the redhead quickly trying to disinfect the wound and stop the bleeding.

"It needs stitches" Nancy sighs as she looks down at the boy, clearly in much pain as blood ran down the side of his face.

Will looks back at the stairs, seeing blood trail down them from where Ethan had hit his head. Max mutters, setting the blood soaked napkins down on the floor.

"Ethan, we're gonna have to either stitch it or burn the skin together." Max sternly tells the boy

"What? No-no you're not doing shit" Ethan groans, touching the wound and covering his fingers in blood. The boy looks around, seeing everyone was surrounding him now, including Hopper, Joyce, Nicole, and Murray Bauman, a man the Holland family had hired to find their long gone daughter the past year, a detective basically. "Oh, God. Mom, go away"

Nicole had her hand over her mouth, side hugging Joyce as she watched blood spill from her son's head. Looking up the escalator stood to figures, calling for Ethan, two children the kid's age. They rush down the stairs, bending down next to him, those two being Jaeden and Hallow.

Hallow's hair was now a bit longer than El's, her voice still the same, heartwarming sort of voice you'd hear from a mother. Jaeden's hair had a classic fringe, looking something from a more modern day with phones without wires. The two still had the same, simple style, trying to talk to Ethan.

"What in the hell? I- no, go away. I'll do it myself" Ethan groans, trying to push the large group away from him "The hell are you doing here?"

"We know about the Mind Flayer. We saw it. It's a flesh demon now" Jaeden quickly explains

"Cool" Ethan scoffs, pushing himself up, "Get a mirror please, or some sort of reflective glass"

Nancy quickly runs off with Steve and Robin, looking for a mirror to stitch his head up, or burn it back together. Meanwhile, the rest of the group, except Will and Ethan, catch up with each other once again, getting on the same page. Robin returns, handing a small mirror to Ethan as he sighs.

Ethan holds his hand to his wound, orange, red, and yellow particles rising from his hand, a small flame arising as he held it still to his forehead, burning the skin together as he groans. Max looks back, starting to scold him as the whole group is now staring at him.

"I'm fine" Ethan shrugs, standing up and taking a deep breath, being held up by Will. Will only looked at him, making sure he wouldn't pass out in his arms, the wound clearly being burnt and still bleeding a bit, but better than it just sitting as it was.

"You okay?" Will asks

"Yeah"

Nicole rushes to Ethan, picking him up off the floor an inch or two as she hugs him, worried sick for him.

"What in the hell happened with you?"

"Uh.. fell down the stairs just now. But, me, Dustin, Erica, Robin and Steve found a secret Russian base and the Mind Flayer is back. I've told you all the stuff about it last year but, you know. I know you, Hop, and Joyce are like, besties."