Lady in Red [Max Mayfield]

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Okay guys, I made a mistake. In the last chapter, I said that Hopper was sleeping in the guest bedroom, but in this chapter Joyce is sleeping there. So just pretend that Joyce slept there all along okay? Sorry for the mistake lol

(Also this chapter will include a lot of violence!!!)
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It's been two days.

Two days since Max almost died.

Two days since all of us almost died.

Will hands me a bag of chips, and I give him a weak smile. I tear open the bag, but I don't eat any. It's hard to eat. I'm so scared.

The smell of the hospital seeps through my nose, and gives me a slight headache. The losers left yesterday. They had to get examined. Of course, they needed a guardian present. Their parents weren't too happy about coming down here.

I don't think I'm going to ever be able to talk to them again. I lost my best friends. My first friends. It's all my fault. Eddie almost died fighting off Billy. His mom was not too pleased about that.

I'm tired. I'm tired of waiting for Max to wake up. I haven't slept more than two hours. I need her to wake up. I'm scared.

Joyce puts her hand on my shoulder, shaking me out of my thoughts. "You ok hun?" she asks me.

I just nod. What am I supposed to say?

"Okay."

A few minutes later, a short nurse with her hair pulled up in a scrunchie walks into the waiting room. "Max Mayfield is ready for visitors." she announces.

Her mom jumps off her seat and frantically asks, "Is she awake?"

The nurse just gives us a shake of her head. No. Of course not.

We've been taking turns visiting her. First her mom. Then me. Then Joyce, Nancy, Jonathan, and Hopper. Then Dustin, Mike, Lucas, Will, Robin, and Steve. We had to argue a lot with the nurses to have that many visitors.

I go by myself because I don't want anyone to see me cry. Her mom knows about us. She's okay with it. She told me all about Billy, and her ex husband. After Billy died, apparently they got a divorce. She told me he was an evil man who made an evil son.

I wait impatiently. Tapping my foot. What will I say to her today? The last thing I said to her was that I love her. I don't know if I should've said that. What if I don't love her? What if I made a mistake?

But I can't just take that back. Love is a hard thing to think about. Love is happy and sad. One day you could be hanging out, going to the movies, and acting like everything's fine with someone you love, and the next day they could be almost dead in the hospital.

Life is a funny thing I think. God I'm so depressing.

I wait for about fifteen minutes. My hands are shaking, I'm picking at my hang nails, and biting my lips. I'm sure I look like a pale, ugly mess.

Her mom walks back into the waiting room and gives me a nod. I take a deep breath before getting up. My legs feel wobbly, and I feel like I might pass out.

I'm going to be okay. It's okay. She's going to be okay. Everything will be okay. I start my journey down the long hallway.

Every time I have to go down the hall, it seems to stretch out longer. It feels like there's ten more rooms than usual today.

After what feels like hours, I finally make it to her room. Room 675.

I put my hand on the doorknob. I slowly turn the handle, my arm shaking as I do so. I push open the door slowly, hopeful to see an awake Max.