ℳ𝓎 ℋℴ𝓂ℯ ／／ ℛℯ𝒹𝒹𝒾ℯ 𝒪𝓃ℯ𝓈𝒽ℴ𝓉𝓈

𝐷𝑜𝑐𝑡𝑜𝑟 𝐾．

Tw: language, injury, gore

Y'all I swear when I was writing my Byler oneshots I remember when I wrote two a day and now I'm in the gutter 🤩

I hope my writing is getting better I know these aren't popular but I love your comments and your votes they mean so much to me.

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Richie's POV:

Fuck

My body falls limp as it tumbles into the barrens, the shouts from Henry Bowers and the rest of his little group echoing somewhere above me, barely audible beneath the sound of blood roaring in my ears and my own labored breathing. Oh and the leaves and twigs beneath me snapping as I fall to my death.

Okay not to my death but this shit hurts, so I'm allowed to welcome my inevitable fate early. I groan in pain once I finally reach a stopping point and I just. Can't move. There's a deep cut on my wrist with an F and an A that they managed to carve before I ran, and there's little scratches and dirt covering my bloodied skin and torn clothing. The blood that's running from my forearm is warm and sticky and I wish I could just will myself to move but I feel as if I've broken every limb on my body.

Okay I might be exaggerating again but what the fuckkk why does every part of my body feel aflame and as if it's stabbing me internally and externally at the same time. It doesn't help that my glasses are nowhere to be found, not that I could find them in the forest with my perfect vision.

I manage to turn my head, hissing in pain before just groaning at the residual burning sensation in my neck and jaw. I'm not moving. Anywhere. I'll just die here I guess.

I don't know how much time passes, the agony taking over every sense except for the growing discomfort. Maybe seconds or minutes pass but to me it feels like hours, I would say days off it wasn't for the steady pace of the sun. I would be surprised that Bowers didn't find me if it weren't for the thought that he probably didn't care to.

More hours.

Or seconds, whatever, same difference.

"Richie!?" OH THANK FUCK. Eddie. My saving grace. The light and love of my life. His voice was too far away for him to see or hear me, but it gives me enough adrenaline to lift my head. I strain to look around, even if it's just the blurry shapes and colors of the forest around me. Plus my vision is still spinning slightly at the edges.

HAH nevermind, not sitting up, that hurt like a bitch.

My head plops back down onto the forest floor, a groan escaping my lips and black spots crowding my vision.

"Rich?" It's closer this time, quiet and filled with horror.

I raise my hand with whatever dignity I have left, and then it all goes black.

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"Shut the fuck up Stan can't you see he's in pain I'm sure it was fucking Bowers that did it, so can you just fucking go and get the supplies because I'm not just leaving him here bleeding out."

"We're like 50 miles away from the store Eddie! What if you just look around here, we're at HIS house."

"It's literally a 2 minute trip Stan I'm fucking tired of your shit. Take everyone else with you, maybe then I can-"

"Eds?"

I force the word out of me with a groan, it's the only coherent thought in my head right now, my headache growing and every sound, sight, and feeling is too much.

"RICHIE OH MY GOD," what I can assume is Eddie stumbles towards me, and he touches my cheek. I instinctively flinch back, expecting more pain, but his warmth is the only comforting thing in my presence right now.

"GO GET THE SUPPLIES STAN OH MY GOD!" Everything that he says comes out in a string of words, almost too fast to understand if it weren't for the fact that we've been his friend for so many years.

And I think the door closing must've been Stan leaving, but everything is still blurry and it's making my head hurt worse.

"Rich oh my god I thought I lost you oh my god oh my god are you ok can you sit up-"

"I can't.. I can't see," I croak out, my throat aching as the words come out.

"Oh shit right ok sorry," He drops something on the ground that makes a clattering noise, something like pills. Oh. My ADHD pills. That would make sense.

He places my glasses over my eyes and it washes over me, and I can finally see the clear expression on his face. Guilt, fear,
something else that I can't really place.

"Oh Eds..." my voice is quiet, afraid of the pain it would take to speak, and my breath catches as I see the dried tears on his reddened cheeks, fresh ones glittering in his eyes.

"Shut up loser, I thought I was going to lose you." His sentence ends with a pout, probably involuntary, but adorable all the same.

"Eddie Spaghetti, I could never leave without saying goodbye to your mother." I try to take a solemn tone, but I burst out laughing for a split second before pain erupts everywhere and soon I'm gasping for air.

The annoyance in Eddie's eyes disappears the moment I'm in pain, and he's trying to make sure I don't hurt myself, fumbling around in confusion.

Once I catch my breath, he calms down, both of our heavy breathing filling the room. God, everything hurts.

"Don't leave me Rich." It comes out in a whisper, breaking at my name.

"Eds..." I really did almost fucking die.

My heart is racing, I almost fucking died today. Yesterday? I don't know how long I've been out. He's staring at me, lip trembling and his hands straying near mine.

I think his entire body is shaking actually.

"Hey Eddie, do you mind doing something for me?"

He sighs, taking a joking tone, "whad'ya want asshole?"

"Can you kiss me?"

...

Hah what the fuck did I just say that

I didn't even realize I had closed my eyes in anticipation, but the moment I make up my mind to open them again, I feel his lips on mine, and they squeeze shut again.

The kiss is short, chaste, but sweet and it almost makes me completely forget about my pain.

He breaks apart, fear in his eyes, and he opens his mouth just to close it again, not able to say anything.

"Please do that again Eds I think you cured every bone in my body-" His lips cut me off, and I tilt my head, enjoying the way his breath stutters and his mouth moves uncertainly.

When he breaks apart this time, we're both panting, and every breath I take is painful.

"Okay while I've been waiting my whole life for you to do that Eddie Spaghetti, everything hurts."

"Oh my god you dickwad you fucking told me to do it. Holy shit did I that really just happen?!??! My mom's going to kill me oh my god what's going to happen-"

"I'm bleeding out over here Eds."

His head snaps back up out of the mumbling, and his gaze softens.

"Stay still Rich."

And then I'm pretty sure I'm passing out again because-

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Okayy it might've been a few years but hey at least I'm writing again 🫶🏻

1262 words, thank you for reading, I love you guys and your comments they make me so giddy oml.