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July 4, 1985
Everyone watched as Eleven screamed and sobbed in distress.
"What is that?" Erica took a closer look at her leg.
"There's something in there." Mike stated.
"No!"
"Jesus Christ." Steve ran his hand through his hair, getting stressed out.
"Keep her talking. Keep her awake, okay?" Jonathan ordered before he ran off somewhere.
"Holy shit." Beth muttered.
"Jesus Christ." Dustin repeated taking a deep breath.
Eleven started grunting and panting in pain.
"It's gonna be okay, El." Beth took the girl's hand and squeezed it, showing her she was there.
Mike noticed that Eleven's eyes were dropping, "Hey, hey, hey. Stay awake, stay awake. Let's get her on this side, on this side."
"Easy, easy, easy, easy."
"It's uh..." Robin started, "you know, it's 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, six inches or something, it was insane."
"Robin." Steve sighed.
"Yeah?"
"That's not really helping." Brandon said.
"I'm sorry." Robin apologized as Jonathan ran over with gloves over his hands and a knife.
"That's so scarily close to my name, that it makes me nervous." Beth commented before she felt Eleven squeeze her hand.
"Okay. All right, El?" Jonathan crouched down.
"This is gonna hurt like hell, okay?" Jonathan told her and she began to sob.
"Okay."
"I need you to stay real still." He said.
"Is it bad time to say that I get little squeamish around knives?" Brandon quizzed and everyone looked at him, but then back at El. "No? Okay."
"Not the time, Brandon." Ally answered.
Jonathan ignored them and handed El a wooden spoon, "Here, you're gonna want to bite down on this, okay?"
