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CHAPTER SIXTEEN . . . the battle of starcourt ( season 3 , episode 8 )
❝ was i not enough ? i basically sacrificed myself to make sure your ass didn't die ❞
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"what is that?" erica questioned in pure disgust.
"there's something in there." mike stated.
"no shit, wheeler." monica exclaimed. "jesus christ." she muttered as jonathan ordered them to do something then he ran off. everyone did the best they could to keep the girl awake.
"you know, it't not actually that bad. there was a... the goalie on my soccer team, beth wildfire, this other girl slid into her leg, and the bone came out of her knee." robin explained quickly.
"oh, i remember that!" sam told her, "six inches or something. it was insane."
"robin, sam."
"yeah?"
"you guys aren't helping."
"i'm sorry." both girls apologized. jonathan came back with a wooden spatula, gloves and a knife.
"okay. all right, el? this is gonna hurt like hell okay?" jonathan warned the girl. the girl sobbed out an okay, "need you to stay real still." he said, putting gloves on. max gripped onto diana's hand, "you might want to bite down on this." jonathan handed mike the spatula and he put it into el's mouth. jonathan lowered the knife down to the wound and looked around. diana squeezed onto max's hand.
"do it." jonathan slowly sliced her leg open, and el screamed. diana and maddy stared with horror while ezra looked away. the boy dropped the knife, and took a deep breath. eleven let out another scream as he put his fingers into the open wound. everyone exclaimed with disgust when he did so.
"jonathan!"
"stop talking!" he moved his fingers around even more to the point where diana looked away, "god damnit!"
"no! stop it!" el spit out the spatula, and nancy placed a hand on jonathan's shoulder to stop him from doing any more damage, "stop! stop!" she grunted, "i can do it." she said, sitting up. she moved her hand down to the wound and started concentrating. a little piece from the mind flayer emerged from her leg as she let out a scream so loud, it shattered the glass behind them.
