I'll take care of you

Sick

-STEVE
Nancy storms in with Max, Lucas, Robin and Eddie.
'Finally.' I say madly. 'What happened?' Nancy asks.
'Dustin said he felt dizzy, stood up and fainted.'
'Doctor, NOW!' Nancy points at the phone. I shake my head and walk to the phone. 'Hello, can I help you?' I hear from the other line after 5 seconds. 'Yes, hello. My best friend, he fainted. Please help, he got shot earlier, but we can't call the cops.' My hands are sweating. 'Uhh, that's serious. What's the address?' I tell them the address and sit down, next to Dustin. 'If they recognize him, we're dead.' I say.

'Alright, there they are. Open the door.'
Max opens the door and points to the couch.
There's just one doctor. He seems nice, but mysterious. 'So, what happened?' He asks, looking at Dustin. 'He got shot earlier, he lost a lot of blood. We took care of him, but now he fainted.' I tell him.
'Did you take the bullet out?'
I look at Nancy. Shit. 'No.' Nancy says.
The doctor sighs. 'How long has the bullet been in him?' I remember exactly how late the cops came. 'Not more than 24 hours.' 'We have to take him to the hospital.' The doctor looks at us. 'Who's the guardian?' I raise my hand. 'Me.'

I carry Dustin out of the car and we walk into the hospital. 'Here, he can lay on this.' I lay him on a bed. 'He got shot in the arm, right?' I nod. 'We're gonna take pictures and watch how many blood he's lost.' The doctor rolls the bed into room 10. 'You can wait outside.' I watch how Dustin rolls away and sit on a little chair. He's not gonna die, he's not gonna die. But what if he does?

'Steve Harrington? You can come in.' The doctor leads me into the room. Dustin's eyes are bright red. I smile, he's alive. 'Hey, buddy, how are you?' I ask.
'I don't know.' Dustin looks at the doctor. 'You lost a lot of blood. You're gonna have to stay here for a while.' He says. I sigh. When is this gonna be over?

'Steve?' Dustin looks at me. 'Are you gonna keep visiting?' His eyes are still red. 'Of course, every day. I'm not gonna go home yet.' I close the newspaper I was reading. 'Just get some sleep, Nancy, Eddie, Max and Lucas are coming tomorrow.' Dustin turns around and closes his eyes. I open the newspaper.
NO MORE VICTIMS
As you know, people are getting killed. (Probably by Eddie Munson and his friends) in Hawkins.
But, in the last few days, nobody has been killed yet. If you have more information about this. Please call us. Thank you.

My eyes get heavy. I'm so tired...

'Mr. Harrington?' I open my eyes. The doctor is waving in front of me. 'Oh, good. You fell asleep.'
I look around. Shit, I'm still in the hospital. I look at Dustin. He's slowly trying to sit up, grabbing his head. 'Dustin, slow down.' The doctor warns him.
'Hey, Dustin.' I rub my eyes. 'I'm just gonna go home, take a shower and come back with Nancy, Eddie and all the others, is that okay?' I ask.
Dustin nods and lays down again.

I'm in the car on my way to the Wheeler's, since they're all over there. I ring the doorbell. 'Hey, Steve. Come in.' Max says. I walk in. It smells like eggs. 'Hey, how's Dustin?' Nancy asks. 'Fine, he woke up this morning. I think he's just sick.' I sit down. 'Actually, I think I'm sick too.' I have a real bad headache, my eyes are still heavy and I'm about to throw up. 'Are you guys, uh, coming to visit?'
'Yeah, we're leaving in 5 minutes, guys. Hurry up.' Nancy yells. Eddie, Max and Lucas sigh and put on their jackets. 'Let's go, then.' Lucas opens the door.
'Nance, can you drive? I don't feel so good.' I ask.
She nods and closes the door behind her.
In the car I look out the window. 'Hey, where's Robin? Is she working?' Nancy nods. 'Yeah, she has to keep the store running.' I feel bad she has to do it on her own. 'If you see her, please tell her I'm coming back as soon as I can.'

'Dustin!' Lucas and Max run into the room. Dustin looks better. 'Hey.' He looks at me and Nancy. '2 days.' He says. 'I have to stay here for 2 more days.'
I sigh. Then things can go back to normal.

-DUSTIN
I feel fine. This is the last day in the hospital. Steve is sick. He's sitting on a chair next to me, staring ahead. 'Steve, are you okay?' I ask. 'Hmm.' He keeps on staring ahead. 'Steve.' Steve lays his arm on my bed and plays with my blanket. 'I'm fine.' He leans his head against my pillow and closes his eyes.
I look at his hand. It's shaking. His head is pale white. He's not okay. I close my eyes and listen to the radio next to me.
We found proof that Eddie Munson and his friends are not the killers of the victims Fred and Chrissy.
It's a letter Chrissy wrote FOR Eddie:
"Hey, Eddie. I just have to tell you something, since I have no one else to talk to.
Yesterday, I saw something. I was at the girls toilet, throwing up, but then I saw something. I saw my mom. She was making a dress for me, calling me a fat pig. But she didn't look like my mom. She looked like a zombie. I know this is weird, but then the next day, we were gonna meet up in the forest. I went into the forest, but I heard noises and I saw an old clock. I don't know what happened, but there were black spiders crawling out of the clock. I got scared, but then I saw you. We talked and you made me happy. Just for when something's gonna happen to me, this is for you. These visions are probably the reason why something's gonna happen to me. So please, keep this letter safe. I know this is weird.
Love, Chrissy."

'Steve. Steve, do you hear that?' I shake his arm.
'Wha-?' Steve wakes up. He has big bags under his eyes. He's tired. 'I'm not wanted anymore. They found a letter, from Chrissy, to Eddie. There's proof!' I jump up happily, but Steve grabs his head and my arm. 'Dustin, that's great. Really, it's great, but I don't feel so good.' He squeezes my arm. 'I could use a doctor.' I look around. No doctor. I pull my little bell. I have it next to my bed, for emergencies.
The doctor comes in, running. 'What's wrong?'
'I'm fine, Steve isn't.' I point to Steve. 'He's exhausted. Please.' The doctor shines a bright ligt into Steve's eyes. 'Jesus.' He says something to another doctor, who runs out of the room and comes back with another bed. She shoves it next to mine and they carry Steve on the bed. Is it really that bad?

Steve and I are both laying in the hospital. I look at him. When is he gonna wake up?
'Steve? Steve...' I whisper.
He wakes up and looks around. 'What? What happened?' 'You're sick, but we can both go home tomorrow. It's not that bad. You're just exhausted.'
Steve sighs and picks up the glass of water next to him. He drinks it till the glass is empty and puts it down out of breath. 'Jesus. That felt good.' I smile.
'Let's just get as much sleep as we can. We don't wanna stay here much longer.' I say. Steve nods.
'Goodnight, Dustin.' 'Goodnight, Steve.'

I wake up from a loud laugh. I look around. Steve probably woke up too, because he's in the same position as I am. 'Hey.' 'Hey.' I look at the clock. It's 11am. 'We can go home.' Steve says. The doctor comes in. 'Hello, are y'all alright? Ready to go home?' Steve and I look at each other and nod.
'Just come to the reception when you're ready.'
The doctor leaves. Steve and I get out of bed and get our stuff. 'I'm done with all these adventures.' Steve says. I laugh. 'Totally. Look what it has done to us.'
We walk down the stairs to the reception, but we run into Nancy. 'Hey! Can you guys go home? I heard you were in the hospital too, Steve. So I wanted to visit again. Everything alright?' Nancy looks confused. 'Yeah, we're alright now. How's Eddie doing in your house?' Steve answers. 'Great! Well, let's just go home, you guys must be done with all this.' Nancy walks downstairs with us and we walk to the car. 'I'll drive.' She says. Steve and I get in the back.
-STEVE
I look at Dustin's cap. It's got blood all over it. I laugh. 'We have to buy a new cap, before people actually think you're a killer again.' Dustin laughs too. 'Yeah.'
'Oh, yeah! I heard you were no suspect no more. Congrats.' Nancy smiles. Dustin smiles back and looks out the window. We're gonna go home, finally...