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𝙇𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩𝙨 . . .A sudden gasp and a cry was what woke Steve, Nancy and Dustin.
The trio looked over to see Willow furiously crying, grasping onto the blanket around her and looking around in panic, trying to desperately formulate a correct sentence, but to no avail.
Steve was the first to move, jumping over the table to wrap his arms around the girl and rocking her back and forth, trying to soothe her. Nancy stayed put on the floor, but Dustin was up as quickly as his friend to join the hug, tears forming in his eyes as he worried for his sister.
She had been out ever since the incident in the graveyard, they started to think she was in some kind of coma, her breaths steady, her eyes shut and her body limp. But she was awake again, having a panic attack, but awake.
As she struggled to breathe, Steve stroked her hair and continued to rock them back and forth, whispering words of encouragement, telling her to breathe in slowly through her nose and back out again through her mouth, and after a minute or so, her tears came to a stop and her breathing was back to normal, replaced by the sound of.. Blue Monday by New Order?
Willow raised her head from Steve's shoulder, brows furrowed in confusion as she lifted her arm and tried to grasp whatever was hanging around her neck.
At first her heart skipped in worry again, fearing for the worst, that it was the collar from her time back in the lab, but it easily slipped off her neck and she looked down to see the headphones of a Walkman, like Max had.
"I know Blue Monday isn't your favourite song," Steve spoke up, "but it was all we could find in your bag and Dustin said you still liked it, so we figured we might as well try it, see if it works, help keep Vecna away, y'know? I mean I've never even heard of New Order, what are they, some underground band or something? Sounds like it's from 2022 or something--"
"Steve.." Willow cut him off, with a soft smile. She was thankful to have such a wonderful friend, thankful to have such a wonderful brother. She brought them both in for one last hug, letting out a long sigh of relief.
The sweet moment was cut short when the walkie-talkie crackled to life.
"Hey Dustin, this is Eddie the Banished. You there? Dustin can you hear me?"
Willow and the others leaned away from the hug, looking at the radio, though none of them moved to take it, just staring at it, even Dustin.
"Dustiiiiiin. Earth to Dustiiiiiin."
Nancy rolled her eyes at the trio of idiots and picked up the walkie, turning it on.
"Hey it's Nancy."
"Wheeler, hey! Um, I'm gonna need a food delivery, like, really soon, unless you want me going out into the world--"
"No no no, don't do that. Just, stay where you are and we'll get there as soon as we can."
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Fanfiction𝐅𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐊𝐒 - "you're so fucking special" In which Willow Henderson, known by her peers as "Willow the Weirdo", crosses paths with the metalhead, DnD junkie of the school know as "The Freak" "i want you to notice when i'm not around" ______________...