𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐀𝐁𝐋𝐘 𝐍𝐔𝐌𝐁 | 𝐄𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐞 𝐌𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐨𝐧

☆ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ 31

                              SAM'S FEET slowed down in front of the brown wooden door, her eyes wandering towards the window at the side.

She could hear Lucas, Erica and Max talking from the room next to this one. The others have left not long after Sam got two new cups of tea and Nancy had once again asked her to come back home. She had once again told her to rest and to take a break, to let go.

But Sam couldn't.

She sighed and opened the door, careful to not spill the tea.

Everytime Sam entered this room it felt like she was taking a step on top of the ocean and as soon as the door was closed, Sam fell into the ocean and began to drown. The room was dimmed, suffocating. Even when Sam kept opening the windows for fresh air, even when the birds sang, even when the sun shined its rays inside the hospital room, it was still dull. Still suffocating enough to make her want to crawl out of her skin.

The hospital bed was positioned in the middle of the room. There were two bedside tables around it with night lamps above them and there were many machines around the bed. The two windows at the corner were opened widely, letting in the late spring air, letting in the air of the beginning. The soon to arrive summer air. There were two chairs under the two windows and a small pot with a sunflower stood on the second window facing the sun. Dustin had thought it would be a good idea to get a flower in the room, seeing as hospital rooms were dull and depressing. All white and machines.

He was right, of course.

The small sunflower brought a bit of color inside the room.

Sam's eyes slowly glanced towards the bed again, watching the hooked machines. The heart monitor was beeping under the quietness and even though Sam could feel eyes on her, she couldn't look at the man on the couch. Her eyes were fixed on the boy lying on the bed.

The thin blanket was covering his body up to his chest and both his arms lied flatly onto the bed on each side of his body. The inside of both his elbows were connected with a needle and the machines on the side, taped with medical tape. Around his mouth stood a breathing tube and Sam watched as it fogged and cleared upon the boy's slow breathing. Sam watched for a second, eyes unable to move away from the visible redness around his neck, the thick bandages trying to cover up most of the boy's damage on his body and the way his hair lied around his head.

His hair, curly and tangled as ever, was covering bit of his shoulders and the curly bangs were covering his eyes.

Every time Sam looked at him her heart broke. She doesn't know how many pieces left she has, but if she were to guess, she knew that she was close enough to completely falling. But she promised herself that she would stay strong, she promised that she would keep herself in one piece until the boy woke up.

But God, Eddie looked so pale and dead like this.

"Sam, I thought you went home?" A voice asked.

Sam, previously looking at Eddie, turned to look at the man sitting on the brown couch, holding a random magazine he had found in the waiting room. He was wearing short sleeved black shirt and around his neck was his niece's necklace.

"No, Mr. Munson," replied Sam, offering him a small smile. "I said I'll get tea."

She walked towards him and offered a cup of tea which Wayne took gladly.

"You didn't come back for a long time so I assumed you decided to go home." Wayne explained, sipping his tea and sighing upon the warmth of it.

Sam placed the tray on the bedside table and walked towards Eddie. "My siblings came back from California along with two of my friends so I was with them."