stranger things imagines.

who did this to you?

POSTED ON: scoopsahoy

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You slammed on your breaks in the parking lot of what was left of Starcourt Mall. You jumped out of your car and ran as fast as you could to the barriers keeping the public a certain distance away.

You looked around frantically, hoping you wouldn't see anyone you knew. But when you saw the familiar legs and hair sticking out from the back of an ambulance, you ducked under the barrier. You were stopped by an officer immediately, holding you back.

"You can't be in here, ma'am."

"I can see my boyfriend over there," you insisted as you pointed at Steve. You pushed past him and sprinted over, feeling your heart drop when you looked at him.

It was Steve, your boyfriend. He was beaten and bloody, one eye swollen shut. He was sweaty and dirty, and he looked up at you, an expression on his face as if he didn't want you to see him.

You immediately pulled him into a hug, his face buried in your stomach. He gripped you tightly, his arms wrapping all the way around you. He groaned at the contact against his face, but melted into your grip. When you pulled back, he didn't release you, but you held his face to examine it.

"Who did this to you?" you asked sternly.

"Y/N-"

"Who, Steve? Who was it?"

"I can't tell you here."

You looked around and spotted the kids, Robin, Joyce, Nancy, and Jonathan, and figured it would be okay for Steve to leave.

"You wanna go home?"

He nodded. "Can we go to your place?"

"Of course."

"My head is killing me anyway. It feels like my eyeball is gonna pop out of my skull."

"Yeah, well, it looks like it, too."

The ride home was silent. His fingers interlaced with yours eased your nerves a bit, but your heart was still pounding.

You'd seen Steve after a couple of fights, but never like this. He wasn't his usual, sarcastic self that always managed to creep its way out, even when injured.

He was quiet and reserved. He was sad and traumatized. Usually he'd crack jokes about how badass he looked with 'battle scars' as he liked to call them.

But not this time. He said absolutely nothing, not even a word. You knew he was in pain. The beating it looked like he took would make anyone hurt, and you can't imagine what he was going through.

When you got to your house, you led him by his hand inside to the bathroom, closing the lid on the toilet and sitting him down.

You gripped his face the same as you did on the ambulance, only gentler this time. With the bathroom lights, you got a better look at him. His left eye was swollen shut, and the right side of his bottom lip was bust open, causing blood to stain his chin.

"Tell me what happened."

"Under the mall, there was this Russian base. Me, Robin, Dustin, and Erica went down there-"

"Why?"

"We kinda got stuck in the elevator. We wound up finding out that they were trying to reopen the gate to the Upside Down, and they took me and Robin for information."

"Did they do that?" You looked at his wounds and he nodded.

"They beat me until I passed out."

You squatted down in front of him, placing your hands on his thighs.

"Are you okay?" He nodded unconvincingly. "Steve."

You saw tears building in his eyes and you reached up, placing your hand on his cheek and wiping the salty liquid that dripped down his skin with your thumb.

"My head is killing me. I feel like someone hit me in the skull with a bat. A-And my cheek and eye hurt. It's just like... It's like... Pain all over."

You continued wiping tears as they came.

"I'm gonna clean you up, okay? Is that okay?"

He nodded with a sniffle. You grabbed the first aid kit from under the sink and pulled out bandages.

You soaked a washcloth in warm water before ringing it out and carrying it over. You tilted his head up by his chin and gently cleaned the dried blood off of his chin, causing him to wince.

"Sorry," you whispered. "It's a wonder your nose isn't broken." You wiped under his nostrils from where he had a nosebleed.

Once you had him cleaned up, you applied a bandage to his bottom lip. You lifted his face to look at you and gave him a small smile.

"Much better." He smiled tiredly and pulled you in for another hug.

"Thank you."

"Yeah, of course."

"I don't know what I'd do without you."

When he let you go, you opened one of the drawers under the sink. You grabbed a bottle of Phenergan and took one out.

"That'll help with the headache."

He looked at the small pill you'd handed him.

"What is it?"

"Phenergan. I use it for my migraines. It'll help you sleep, too. It just dissolves on your tongue." He placed it in his mouth, spreading it around his tongue. "We can get you a shower in the morning, but for now you need to rest."

He nodded, and you gripped his hand to pull him to his feet. You dragged him to your room, handing him some extra clothes you kept in your dresser.

"I love you," he mumbled as he began to get tired.

"I love you, too."

It took him a minute to adjust his head so it didn't hurt him, and he was asleep in only a few seconds. You pressed a soft kiss to his cheek before closing your eyes and snoring a little while later.