The 30th | Steddie

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He had never thought that he would end up in the same waiting room again for the same person, but here Steve was, quietly sitting in an old plastic chair, his eyes focused on the door which led to the hospital rooms. It had been about 5 hours since he arrived in the ambulance, but to Steve, time was unclear since all he could think about was what he felt, and especially what he said.

The way his heart felt like it stopped beating for a moment, like all emotions and hope was lost, his own soul feeling empty and alone. Steve honestly felt as if he was the one that could've died that day, and it confused him to his core. Eddie Munson. He had grown tender emotions for Eddie the Freak Munson. 

He had remembered seeing him all throughout middle and high school, spreading rumors about him and flat out being the biggest dickhead of all time to him. Steve had targeted Eddie, and made his life a living hell, but now? Now he's cried over the possible chance of him dying. Steve thought about that for along while, sitting in that cold room on that cold chair with his cold heart. 

Maybe he cared for Munson because of Dustin, or maybe because it was the newfound parental instinct that he had for everyone. But this one felt different, different in a way where it freaked him out. 

And that's not including what happened in the ambulance. 

Steve didn't know why he said it, or why his words came out without permission, but there was still some truth behind it. Eddie had always looked pretty, and it was probably because of the hair. The hair that was brown and curly, the hair that Nancy had. Nancy. Nancy was the reason. It sounded irrational in his head, but it made since. Curly brown hair. 

So, he came to the conclusion that he still had feelings for Nancy. 

"Mr. Harrington?" A voice called from the door that he was staring at, causing him to come back to reality. "Im Doctor Brown. You can come and visit the patient now." Steve hurriedly stood up, getting over to Doctor Brown as fast as he could.  "So, we had to perform emergency surgery on his leg. He also had a severe concussion. Luckily he had insurance, so all we need to do now is wait for him to heal." The doctor said with a smile, but Steve didn't feel like smiling. This wasn't good news at all.

"This room right here." Doctor Brown pushed open a door, revealing another plain white room, but in the middle laid Eddie Munson, both his legs in casts, monitors hooked up to almost every part of his body. Steve slowly walked over, trying not to started Eddie if he was awake. He went over and sat down next to the bed, the same white cold chairs that were in the waiting room were also in here, causing Steve to sigh. 

He felt like he sat there for a while, just watching some movie on the TV and constantly taking a glance at the sleeping Eddie. Steve looked down onto his lap to find his hand shakily gripping onto his legs, his fingertips turning white as he grabbed the pants hard. He let his hands fall to the side as he leaned down, putting his head to his knees as he started to panic. 

'What would I tell Dustin? What if he doesn't wake up? I can't handle another person leaving me-'

"Steve?" A soft voice spoke. He turned his head, looking at the awake Eddie looking down at him. "Are you alright man?" Steve felt himself freeze for a moment, total shock running through his body. And then, he jumped up, hugging onto Eddie tightly. "Hey-" Eddie tried to said, his voice raspy and out of breath. "Don't want me actually dyin', do ya'?" Steve quickly let go, moving his hands to the sides of his body.

"So.." Eddie spoke, movie himself up with the bed remote. "Got into a car crash, right?" Steve nodded, looking down onto his lap. There was something about Eddie's voice that set him off, a worried tone that he's never seen in him before. 

Eddie slowly looked up at Steve. his eyes glancing side to side, his hands shaking and eyes welling up. "I'm scared Stevie." He said through clenched teeth, trying to keep the tears away. Steve was going to respond with something along the lines of, 'It's all gonna be alright', but that would make things even worse, so he leaned down and whispered. "Me to bud. Me too."

And he was. He really was. 

But not for the same reason.