The Girl With The Flamethrower

II.VIII.II

Jonathan was with Will, who was resting on the couch, Nancy by his side. Hopper was on the phone. The kids were sitting at the kitchen table. Kimberly was in the bathroom, the door slightly ajar.

She had unwrapped her wound and it had only barely stopped bleeding. She sighed and took her shoe off again, throwing away the used bandages, and grabbed her kit once again. She threw her leg into the tub and turned on the water, to fully clean the wound this time.

Once she could finally see what she was dealing with she sighed, "Great. It's a good thing I know how to do my own stitches." She pulled out the things she would need and got to work. She was a few stitches in when Steve gently knocked on the door.

"Are you- are you giving yourself stitches?"

She sighed, "Yeah. I may have slightly underestimated how bad it was."

"Oh? Never would have guessed."

He leaned against the sink, watching her finish off. She had turned the faucet back on to rinse her hands off, and Steve grabbed the large bandaids and gently placed them over her stitches.

"Oh you don't need to-"

"I know, but I can help." Steve very gently placed the last one, "There. Good as new."

She gently smiled, "Thank you."

"How do you even know how to give yourself stitches?"

"It was in one of the counselor guides last summer at that camp I always work at, and well you know," she tapped her temple.

"Ah right, remembering everything. Guess it does come in handy sometimes."

She chuckled, "It has its moments."

He helped her stand up, and the two joined the others.

Kimberly leans against the counter, while Steve paces.

"I will be here," Hopper slams the phone down.

Dustin asks, "They didn't believe you, did they?"

"We'll see."

Mike says, "'We'll see'? We can't just sit here while those things are loose!"

"We stay here, and we wait for help," Hopper walks away.

"There's not much we can really do right now Mike, ok? Hopper knows what he's doing," Kimberly gently says.

Mike just sighs.

Steve leans against the counter next to her and she places her head on his shoulder.

Mike gets up and messes with a few of Bob's old things, "Did you guys know that Bob was the original founder of Hawkins AV?"

"Really?" Lucas asked.

"He petitioned the school to start it and everything. Then he had a fund-raiser for equipment. Mr. Clarke learned everything from him. Pretty awesome, right?"

Lucas and Dustin agree.

Mike places the cube down, "We can't let him die in vain."

"What do you want to do, Mike?" Dustin sighs, "The Chief's right on this. We can't stop those Demo-dogs on our own."

Max looks at him, "Demo-dogs?"

"Demogorgon dogs. Demo-dogs. It's like a compound. It's like a play on words..."